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 |
[When I'm depressed] When I'm depressed do not try to cheer me up and don't be distressed. Clouds will disperse as always they must; so, let me be terse: DON'T TELL ME I NEED TO CHEER UP. Sit with me, walk with me, distract me somehow. This gloom will break up when it does... Don't bother to ask why, or when, or how, because... it was what it was. © Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [179.23] (27.abril.2022) April 27—“Define” or “explain” something difficult, like a feeling or abstract concept… |
Static We barely touched, sparks flying, depression dying, amazement dawning at what we never knew existed, a solitary moment when time stopped until the clock reset itself and life moved on. © Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [179.22] (21.abril.2022) |
Paid for with your arrogance We provide the means, less than you want, yet more than it seems until you forget and then — and then — we deem it's time to remind you. We scarcely complain of unforgiving abuse, the bruises and wounds that remain regardless — until — we cleanse our hands of your stain — and then we bury you. Time erases all thoughts — of the lies you sold and the truth you sought; the way to the stars now forever lost; your graveyard bought, paid for with your arrogance. © Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [179.21] (13.april.2022) 18 lines - axaxax, bxbxbx, cxcxcx. For
April 13—Intersection of nature and civilization… |
Oh. No. Oh. No. I don't care what you're selling today. Ain't buying that load of crap, no way. No. Oh? When you're acting like yo' shit don't stink. Do you think I give a damn; ya think? Oh? No. © Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [179.18] (9.april.2022) 10 lines. aa,bb rhyme For
April 9—Persona—write a poem in the voice of a person who is not you. Reading the other entries, I didn't answer the prompt in the same way. Like... were we supposed to pick a specific persona? Mine is non-specific and although this is how I often think, it's not how I speak (I'm either totally polite or go off and use more colorful language; shit is not my go-to word). Also... I use the word shit. Purposely. But WdC reduces that to s*** because my p-log is 13+. I lowered it to 13+ because too many readers here refuse to read anything that's not allowed in grade school and contests have 13+ limits, as do reviewers and newsletters. Like... 13 year old kids don't say SHIT! ??? Color me pissed, but I'm tired of fighting the censors. It is what it is. 106.090 |
You've got mail I'll get there. I'll get there. And if I get lost? I slime a trail to find my way back. No need to hurry. No, never a need to hurry. And when I'm tired — I stop. I'll get there, wherever, some day, perhaps. My home, my fortress sits snug on my back. I'm no slug. No, never been a slug. Just a slow moving snail delivering your mail. © Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [179.17] (8.april.2022) 16 lines |
I responded to runningwolf04 but cut and post here instead. I believe your poll
refers to prose. Poets want something else. 1. Did you like it? 2. Can you offer any advice to strengthen it poetically. DO NOT: 3. Correct my grammar/spelling when I'm speaking in dialect. 4. Treat it as if it's a college or grade school essay or report. ADVICE: 5. If you have never written poetry or are tone-deaf and refuse to read it out-loud, do me a favor... don't review it. Send a comment instead. Comments are welcome. 6. If your only experience is English-only-speaking MidAmerica and my writing isn't... and that offends you or confuses you, don't review. But please leave a comment so I know. I appreciate comments/reviews by tight-form experts (oriental, short forms) like Tinker or free-flowing (beatnik) verse experts like Brian K Compton. There are others who are experts in their chosen field. My poetic offerings lose to them all the time. ![]() K (as in Cory) ![]() 106.076 |
Clematis, Queen of the Trellis She climbs from year to year, a bud here, a bloom there. It's enough to let her flower, bidding bees enter her bower. But don't be fooled; she's no one's tool. Strangling, frightening, her tendrils tightening. © Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [179.13] (2.april.2022) For
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Napping is for Napoli... when I get there So little time left to hail hello, to bid good-bye, why waste it here in bed, dazzled from dreams snared by nightmares. They insistently whisper lies. Better to get up, go out, do whatever must be done. It's in the doing, not the don't-ing that keeps a life well-spun. © Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [179.12] (2.april.2022) 12 lines free verse. For
Prompt: sleep or insomnia |
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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