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 |
Chlorophyll on a bun My greenness is my greatness, the gift of sun becoming life, the energy that feeds you — moving you from shadows into light. Hail my magnesium core. Bow to the hay that cattle chew. Chomp down upon my lettuce as my greenness nourishes you. © Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [178.355] (9.februar.2022) For
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Circle square Do-si-do, allemande left swing your partner, tug their heft around and around. The race is not won by those who stand ground. Swirl and twirl like a flock of crows; who'll fall first, nobody knows. © Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [178.354] (9.februar.2022) Posted in
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In Ferizaj... if I write all my hopes on a paper boat, light a candle — and set it afloat, where will it go when the waters divide what obstacle will make it decide which sea to empty its burden in which to set aside — and which to abide. © Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [178.353] (9.februar.2022) |
Point-of-view She sees a face. He sees a squid. I fear the paddle. We see what we choose to see. She wants to walk. He wants to run. I'd rather swim. You mount the horse waving goodbye. © Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [178.352] (8.februar.2022) for
Or... You mount the driftwood waving goodbye... Based on the image of a horse made of wood/driftwood. |
Moss I delight in moss greening at the base of cold brick walls, protected from the harsh cruel sun, holding on to every drop of moisture. I seek refuge in two rooms, geraniums blooming by the windows, books holding up thin walls, each drop of inspiration from my Muse. © Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [178.348] (5.februar.2022) for
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Rock-a-bye boat Rock-a-bye baby, rock-a-bye boat. When the Earth freezes you'll buy a new coat. When the earth broils you'll bake like a shoat. So, rock-a-bye baby. Rock-a-bye boat. © Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [178.346] (4.februar.2022) for
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Return to me Dust drifts over dull-white snow, painting frozen ripples shades of mustard, red or tan. Blue skies bring no relief from drought as brown fields thirst, and Silence greets those who stumble by. For The Land has spoken: All Life returns to Me. © Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [178.345] (4.februar.2022) for
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Not letting go... Leaves and flowers come and go but deep roots hold on tight. Snags whisper ancient tales to eagles tired of flight, and to those who make it home at night avoiding raptors eyes as roots that once rived the rocks still hold fast their prize. © Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [178.341] (29.januar.2022) for
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hyacinth = regret foxglove = protection plumbago = hope Regrets Her hyacinths bloomed a month late red-purple tears clinging to a stalk small fleshy stars, fragrant, almost cloying. They couldn't bring her back, not her fingers planting their bulbs, not her waiting all winter long, not her longing. © Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [178.337] (27.januar.2022) Protection Snug in the foxglove, the faeries hid from the rain, the bumblebee too, the occasional fly, the hungry spider. All sought refuge inside the cloak felt the storm sway the stalk as if to ring the bells to sing "you are safe". © Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [178.338] (27.januar.2022) Plumbago The sun fell, leaving a carpet of light blue blooms on bright green leaves irrepressibly cheerful. Not matter how often the gardener clipped and fashioned them they always sprung forth with joy for where there was there joy ...there was hope. © Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [178.339] (27.januar.2022) For
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the morning dew falls from winter's ornaments one tear too heavy © Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [178.319a] (januar.2022) For January 2022 "Haiku Hunt Contest" 2nd. |