Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
L'aura del campo 'é a lua, é a lua, na quintana dos mortos' ♣ Federico García Lorca ♣ L'aura del campo. A breeze in the meadow. So it began the last day of Spring, 2005; on the 16th day of the month of Light of the year 162. This is a supplement to my daily journal written to a friend, my muse; notes I do not share. Here I will share what the breeze has whispered to me. PLEASE LEAVE COMMENTS! I LV COMMENTS! On a practical note, in answer to your questions: IN MEMORIUM VerySara passed away November 12, 2005 Please visit her port to read her poems and her writings. More suggested links: These pictures rotate. Kåre Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop, The Fish |
April in Costa Rica Summer's dust is washed away. 7 Big bugs come out to play. 6 Birds now sit upon their nests. 7 We thank the rains; we're blest. 6 Roads to somewhere go nowhere, 7 the bridge no longer there. 6 Holy Week is over now. 7 No need to go to town. 6 Miss planting, you'll go hungry. 7 No time to be angry. 6 Not idyllic as it seems. 7 It's time to plant the beans 6 © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.68] (28.april.2021) In a blog entry 28.04.21. |
Tucked away inspired by "1000 Stars" The east wind blew me away. When will the west wind blow me back? I ran to where the east wind never stops. A thousand miles isn't far enough. I left everything behind except what I tucked away. There you'll rest forever close to my heart. A thousand years isn't time enough. The stars above connect us with their eternal promises. The Moon shines kindly down on us. She knows a thousand miles is never enough. The ground waits to receive my bones. The empty sky awaits my soul. Unitl I depart let the east wind blow. Ten thousand years won't be enough. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.67] (28.april.2021) First sketched in a blog entry 28.april.21 |
Doubts You cannot count us; we dance before your eyes as motes or midges, enter you heart as pain or longing, myriad mounds of regret unmelting, closer than your life-vein. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.66] 8 line free verse (some alliteration and rhyme) prompt: myriad. For
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Rubaiyat for May When winter melts to spring and robins start to sing amidst pink apple boughs beware the bumble's sting. Bound to your solemn vows, protect and never drowse nor ever fall asleep awake in the here-and-now listening to soft cheeps of chicks that search to eat fat ticks and bugs that hide among young blades of wheat and let them be your guide for letting go your pride; when robins start to sing for what Mother Earth provides listen to what flowers say, "Accept what comes each May, for June may change its tune. Be grateful for this day." © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.86] 20 lines. Breaks a couple rules. A short-line (6-7 syllable) rubaiyat for
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Under a pink umbrella in Gdansk Under a pink umbrella she waits for her eager lovers as evening lamps begin to glow and raindrops make the walkways sparkle, waiting for the clouds to part, and the gentle breeze to waft over the amber light's reflection of the city slumbering in summer. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.65] (4.mai.2021) 8 lines free verse For "Stormy's poetry newsletter & contest" Prompt words: clouds raindrops umbrella summer gentle lights evening lovers Inspired by this photo taken in 2014: https://www.facebook.com/photo?fbid=744539052247388&set=a.758539850847308 |
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Response to a prayer May we find peace by coming together and bless raindrops and sunshine regardless of weather and know we are valued as we come from the One who gives us love's tools to recognize we're all one. And may we be glad to be alive at this hour to live in a country which labors with power as we overcome differences deserving of praise and receive the Lord's Mercy from our birth to our grave. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.85] (May, 2021) Notes: ‘Abdu’l-Bahá came to America in 1912. He visited Chicago for the dedication of the cornerstone of the Bahá’í Temple, May 1st, 1912. Prayer for America O Thou kind Lord! This gathering is turning to Thee. These hearts are radiant with Thy love. These minds and spirits are exhilarated by the message of Thy glad-tidings. O God! Let this American democracy become glorious in spiritual degrees even as it has aspired to material degrees, and render this just government victorious. Confirm this revered nation to upraise the standard of the oneness of humanity, to promulgate the Most Great Peace, to become thereby most glorious and praiseworthy among all the nations of the world. O God! This American nation is worthy of Thy favors and is deserving of Thy mercy. Make it precious and near to Thee through Thy bounty and bestowal. — ‘Abdu’l-Bahá Also note: May is the end of Ridvan (May 1-2), the anniversary of the Declaration of the Bab (May 22-23), the commemoration of the Ascension of ‘Abdu’l-Bahá (May 28-29). |
Between cardboard covers It sits there staring, beckoning me to open it, get lost in ink and images as if as if I had spare time to dream. Once I did, before the storm, before the lightning struck. Would it help with searing pain? It seeks a sucking in, a letting go of someone else's loss, their tears their tears to cleanse my thoughts. Someone else's plaintive pleas now washed by rain, their loss their loss — my gain. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.64] (1.mai.2021) 20 lines of free verse For
'LOST IN A BOOK' taboo words: story, book, page, world, character. |
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He jacked off the beanstalk climbing ever so slowly to not arouse suspicion he wanted the creme de la creme not a beating. The hairy stem had no leaves he hugged it like a lumberjack finding handholds with every bulging artery, his lips moving like a lamprey, sucking, gripping to avoid the fall from grace. He climbed and climbed beyond the ectasy of clouds and sky, set beneath the fountain of youth he had released. . |
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Dear Mrs Percy Shelley, Since my last letter, I have polished my language skills and can now babble in a dozen languages including German, Italian and ancient Egyptian. I hope you'll find one of them suitable to your endeavor. I have also read that your friend Dr. Frankincense is unwrapping a mummy. I can help him too. The Museo Egizio in Torino had an on-line course and I was their top student, specializing in cats and crocodiles. I also understand papyri after the class, "The origins of toilet paper". I apologize in advance that we will be unable to meet in-person on Tuesday the 8th. I have a previous appointment with my parole officer that morning and I'm certain I won't be done cleaning up the blood before that evening. The rest of the week looks free. As I told my sister, "if you let me out of the basement I promise to not be good." Looking forward to meeting you again, X Libris cc: Odessa Molinari © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.88] (13.mai.2021) |