%%USERNAME%%    %%ACCWORDS%% %%ONOFF%% |
 |    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 |
| Harrumphed Splatched spadgecocks twitched with glitched goldbricks! Imma coughing coffined dwarf inna fraught gnostic Bronx, aghast, stretched, betwixt staged acts on da Pnyx. Harrumph? Why not Knox? © Kåre Enga (9.november.2024) |
| There comes a softening to the brain... ...and to the memories stored — most forgotten, the painful lost, a blessing time to bid goodbye, let go, move on, become as one. ...for there were sunflowers — and an old windmill, it's blades still churning, faces forever turning to the sun. © Kåre Enga (3.november.2024) |
| Remains of the weekend Remains of the weekend a four hour bus ride spent in tears kept to myself leaking like the lies I told to try to fit in. Now fifty years older and still tearful; I never fit in. But I still remember that Monday, standing out of body behind myself then smoking Derbys as if that could lessen the pain in that land of personal strife, now only memories, the remains of my life © Kåre Enga (20.octubre.2024) |
Dull knife of a long life I can't die young; 4 that bridge to immortality 8 was crossed so long ago, that when I look back, 11 the beginning's shrouded, 6 by what's been long forgotten, faded 9 memories of what never was, 7 fog that seldom lifts. 5 [50s] The sharp knife of youth has lost its edge, 9 no longer cleanly cuts, 6 no longer severs what ought to be let go to have been abandoned, 13 bruises and the bruises fester; 8 better to have lived fast and died young. 9 [total 45s] I was never wild, 5 never lived life to its fullest utmost, 8 never learned to loveembrace the precipice, 10 that mortal edge; instead, 6 I've endured the dull knife of a long life 10 as each choice came with its own price. 8 When will I learn to let go. 7 [total 54s] © Kåre Enga (15.oktober.2024) 19 lines Inspired by Lyn and |
| Paved with gold ... but no one cares... no angels here. The roads leading to Hell are empty; but, the bars are full. Sad stories of shame or blame, but — never taking into account that in every story, they — were the one who was always there. Center of Creation. Maelstrom of Destruction. The Roads to Hell are paved with gold; but, nobody's sober enough to care. © Kåre Enga 2024 (9.oktober.2024) [181] 10 lines Inspired by
#48 116.227 |
| I want to be happy know the warmth of someone who loves but does not suffocate my spirit, my freedom, who'll let me go, let me breathe until we become one with stars again, become dust transversing the universe, commingling into mud to fill the void with bird- song; unless, we're out of tune, put existence at risk; best then to go our separate ways, forget the longing, lust, now pitiful, perish. © Kåre Enga (30.september.2024) 22 lines 115.993 |
| Second Spring Late summer's dark forest green shifts to yellow as time recedes then back again green on green as spring rains bring a cooling breeze and temperatures drop day by day as wild creatures go back to sleep, I feel life's joy before wind's blast feel the flowers share their fragrance, feel your warm embrace again... as all rejoice with gentle sunshine, the gentle rain, the gentler mist, return to a time before the melt when frozen we were encased in ice before the heat of our kiss. © Kåre Enga (17.september.2024) 115.360 |
| End of summer When the goldenrod blooms and our swollen tears fall, footballs fly though cool air. Do not fumble or fall. When Edith Piaf warbles and autumn leaves fall, stiff aching legs give out as we stumble and fall. With crisp air and frost, burning leaves signal it's fall, and then pumpkins are carved, their wide grins mouthing "fall". At the end of summer comes the harvest of fall. Before the sleep of winter we're glad that it's fall. © Kåre Enga (16.September.2024) 16 lines 115.248 |
| potato cakes the day glooms over the mountains grey skies part for a moment cold rains hold off it's the season of mourning that time between summer and winter time to rest or nap or cook too many potato cakes what will i eat come morning? more potato cakes I lie down but chatter in the hallway summons me to open the door i stay in bed snug and safe except from nightmares those bastard cousins of dreams i drift i sleep i wake safe to say it's time for coffee time to open eyes to the day time for rain and a potato cake with carrots and a potato cake with cheese on top snug in a bun i will read today i promise promise i will write something new finish what i've written then go to market to buy some bread and whatever's cheap but not potatoes unless they're on sale and my back doesn't ache and it doesn't rain © Kåre Enga (14.september.2024) 30 lines 115.244 |
A poem about bald cypress: My knees My knees breathe above the muck. My arms shelter placid waters, that thin emerald sheen of life protecting hidden depths below. My needles fall come October, blanket all with rust and gold. An autumn quilt of warmth and color. I am old. This swamp is older. © Copyright 2024 Kåre Enga (13.september.2024) 115.162 |
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
![Merit Badge in Reviewing
[Click For More Info]
For your support and suggestions on my haiku "Lone Poinsettia" which took second place in the contest and will be published. Thanks for helping make it a winning poem!](https://images.Writing.Com/imgs/writing.com/writers/badges/general-Reviewing-2180.gif)
![Merit Badge in Nano Winner
[Click For More Info]
CONGRATULATIONS on your achievement! *^*Bigsmile*^*](https://images.Writing.Com/imgs/writing.com/writers/badges/general-Nano_Winner-2180.gif)
![Merit Badge in Funny
[Click For More Info]](https://images.Writing.Com/imgs/writing.com/writers/badges/general-Funny-200.gif)
![Merit Badge in Friendship
[Click For More Info]
Thanks for being my friend.
Hugz!
grannym](https://images.Writing.Com/imgs/writing.com/writers/badges/general-Friendship-650.gif)
![Merit Badge in Appreciation
[Click For More Info]
For brightening my day with your delightful offerings ~ Thank you so much! *^*Heart*^*](https://images.Writing.Com/imgs/writing.com/writers/badges/general-Appreciation-1985.gif)
