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 ![]() ![]() 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 ![]() ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop, The Fish |
New beginnings I will ease into this new beginning, my mother gone, my brain soon to follow. The roads lead ever on. Only the dead are left behind. And even them... they haunt fresh memories. I'll search cold skies to find which paths now open. So closed for so long, it will not matter. First flight out, come find me in my seat. I'm going somewhere. © Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [179.11] (31.mars.2022) 15 lines free verse. For
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Honeybuns There once was a lady named Bunny who lived with her bestest friend Honey; they made cookies and baked fudgy chocolate cheesecake; together each new day dawned sunny. © Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [178.375c] (1.mars.2022) For:
First verse of "A Big Flashy Fun Rainbow Ball " ![]() 106.040 |
There once was a lady named Bunny who lived with her bestest friend Honey; they made cookies to take with chocolate cheesecake; together each new day dawned sunny. © Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [178.375c] (1.mars.2022) When Harry met Larry he knew that soon they would have a big crew with Barbie and Bob, Rebecca and Rob, two puppies, five kitties and you! © Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [179.10a] (31.mars.2022) They all planned a picnic come Fall a big flashy fun rainbow Ball with pastries galore and popcorn and smores. But bunnies and crows ate it all! © Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [179.10b] (31.mars.2022) |
Ah... David ![]() There once was a lady named Alice who lived in a white marble palace with fine art to impress like young David's broad chest; she lamented over his phallus. © Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [178.375a] (1.mars.2022) And it's companion poem: There once was a valet named Dallas who worked in a white marble palace with fine art to impress like young David's broad chest; he sobbed over David's wee phallus © Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [178.375b] (1.mars.2022) Size matters? For March 2022
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Cold, but bright, clarity in cobalt light streaming through stained glass. Jump out of bed! Alas... It's Wednesday morning, time for coffee, breakfast, yay! shopping day. © Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [179.7] (30.mars.2022) Note: 1/2/3/4/5 — 5/4/3/2/1 Perhaps a title in the middle? Anyhoo... I've finished my coffee. ![]() |
Emerald treasure Crimson blushes in pink or white florets, plucked for their vernal fragrance as children search through fresh mown grass for four fingers attached to a petiole. How hard to stoop these days, and not fall over, smacked by wet cold ground. Oh, to be able to get up in a single bound, knees stained with wealth and happiness, as nimble fingers twirl in admiration at Fate grasped with one hand. © Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [179.6] (29.march.2022) 12 lines For
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Fragments at cloudy dawn the lion still sleeps one eye open [179.2a] Behind grey clouds the hidden sun works on spring [179.2b] Do not ask permission to do the right thing for yourself For others — always ask first [179.2c] On the tongue a taste of cinnamon no sight, no sound [179.2d] |
Saint Regis remembered I have never stayed in Lake Placid, a misnomer encased in snow and ice, a place to drive though on the way to better vistas, calm cool nights. Spitfire, placid, hoped-for breeze, summer ease, bluegills caught, Sunfish sailing, a dingy's ride through golden lilies, a lake remembered for 50 years. © Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [179.4] (23.mars.2022) 106.027 |
Naw Ruz 179 The Wheel of Time fulfills its duty to rule the Moon and tides. No need for posturing, it opens up this year, cloud shrouded and shy. It'll get better, I whisper, to the emptiness and to those who've died. © Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [179.1] (21.marzo.2022) 9 lines. Submitted to: "Invalid Item" ![]() Note: Naw Ruz is the Persian/Zoroastrian/Baha'i New Year. The Vernal equinox. |
Looking forward to new poetry prompts. From Dew Drop 2021: April 2021 Prompts: April 1—Folly in Rhyme (some kind of folly in some kind of rhyme, subtle or overt) April 2—Voila! (remember something in a short lyric burst) April 3—A welcome surprise, a haiku April 4—Poem based on the weather April 5—Potential mistake April 6—Issue a command or a challenge April 7—Poem inspired by a mythical monster or contemporary cryptid https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cryptozoology https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_cryptids April 8—Poem based on a typo or misreading April 9—Poem based on A.I. (artificial intelligence) or robotics April 10—Poem inspired by new information or scientific fact Great work, everyone! Keep it up!! April 11—Poem with transgression in form and content April 12—Excess or obsession April 13—Describe yourself as landscape April 14—An elegy April 15—Machines April 16—Caring & Caregiving April 17—There is no such place April 18—Sounds… April 19—acting your age (or not!) April 20—Tree of Life…(see link for a drawing/journaling exercise) https://nathanbweller.com/tree-life-simple-exercise-reclaiming-identity-directio... April 21—Poem based on a question April 22—Free will (or not?!) April 23—Poem based on a play (It’s Shakespeare’s birthday, but any play!) April 24—Play around with historical facts April 25—Subtitles Last 5 prompts as we approach the finish line! Everyone is doing such a great job! Feel free to post your poems-as-replies on beyond April if you get behind. Life happens!! April 26—Sijo (Korean poetic form) 3 lines of 13-17 syllables each, sometimes divided into 6 lines. Write two sijo poems: 1 of 3 lines, 1 of 6 lines… My info on sijo comes from a wonderful children's book. More info: https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/sijo-poetic-form April 27—Itty Bitty Bio April 28—Hump Day April 29—Rain April 30—Catharsis |