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 |    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 L  V 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 |
| Adagio in Armargh to the sound of glass breaking Mary Elizabeth sags — slowly — like a Brahm's adagio, tranquil but boring; yet, tinkles like church bells when struck. She's had ten too many children and wants to punch through the glass ceiling — before she's too worn out. She's Thirty-six. A dash of hemlock? A cup of arsenic? As the owner of her future, she'll rise to the top — and give her offspring what their father could not. Kåre Enga [180.35] (18.mai.2023) Note: line 4 is an intentional double entendre |
| The hermaphroditic snails don't care whether they slime through the Motherland or Fatherland. They just wave their eye-stalks, carry their home on their backs, search for one another to share a moment, look for somewhere to safely raise their brats. |
| She would grate carrots, julienne jujubes, gently braise two parrots, plonk them into a pot. We were grateful when she moved on. We arranged a wake, set before her portrait an offering of burnt toast, fermented herring and rotted cheese. |
| Each scar, each mole, each imperfection reminds me that I once was young and self-conscious, thinking I was ugly, unaware how age would rob me of that fleeting beauty. But — post-acne and pre-wrinkle — I had my moments in the sun. |
| Rivers flow from high to low — not all reach the sea. Here, where rice-fields flood then overflow, where high banks cannot stem the mighty flow — but only redirect it — water cleanses transgressions and leaves us bereft — and those downstream — drowning. |
| You snooze. I sneeze. And worlds whirl with or without us. In pictures you'll always be a teenage geek or handsome man. You'll wrinkle long after I'm gone. Not because I want to move on; but, Death's embrace doesn't wait. |
| Script of the Eclipse along the lunar limb Read cursive scrawled on the edge of the Moon. Decipher the message. Heed what is known, and what you will know — soon enough. Life hangs tough and each bead of hope brightens the day. Shine on. Shine on. Do not dismay. The future speaks along the rim where rays peek through. Leave bad habits behind; seek the Light that will guide your way. Kåre Enga [180.28] (12.mars.2023) Free verse. 10/10/8 10/10/8 10/8 random rhyme throughout. Prompt: edge of the moon. "EXPRESS IT IN EIGHT"  Note: The Baily's beads effect or diamond ring effect is a feature of total and annular solar eclipses. As the Moon covers the Sun during a solar eclipse, the rugged topography of the lunar limb allows beads of sunlight to shine through in some places while not in others. |
| He relishes moonlight, slinks through shadows of daybreak, sleeps at high noon. He doesn't like exposure to sun or the harsh reality of being poor. "Black is the color of my true love's hair." I'll sing until he believes it. |
| She'll squeeze the s*** out of you if you let her. Bring her chocolate, flowers, wine. She'll smile and squeeze you harder. She's been fought over many times, her fields plundered. But she survived. She don't take s*** from nobody. |
| Rain washes away my brain The paint blisters above our heads; the plaster bubbles. While roosters crow and we're in bed; crows roost in rubble. There's no morels in this story, no thyme, no season. Neither funny, sad nor gory, rash rhyme, no reason. Kåre Enga [180.25] (10.mai.2023) 8 lines: 8/5 ๆ ab/ab/cd/cd |
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