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 |
Peas and flounder Steak, potato and gravy clogging my veins? — and peas? I look at my loved ones. "I'll take flounder, please." © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.190] (20.juli.2021) For
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Belonging Those of us in love of rain must also love those who love umbrellas. It's the hoped-for downpour rapping against window panes, clean healing air wafting around us leaving a certain sense of — belonging — to the cycle of water, the huddle of life under umbrellas. We inhale its fragrance — a sure sign that we can safely breathe again. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.189] (20.juli.2021) For
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Dominicalito It's late January and tourists and wannabe surfers have sought other beaches. Full summer. Yes, the multitudes have gone back north. Yes, roads are a bit dusty. Yes, but... Be thankful: that the buses run on weekdays when locals are busy, that it's a bit far from a busy airport, that high-end resorts haven't moved in... shh ...yet. Light tan sand invites a walk where crabs scurry and gulls hunt for who-knows-what and who-knows-what lurks in the black back-water puddles. Stick to the beach and wet the feet. Be careful of the sun. Leave footprints that are erased with each gentle wave. But be wary of riptides even in this non-surfer season. Never go in alone. If you surf? Come back in July. Winter's best. Summer's tranquil... if a bit dry. At least it's not March! There's still water for the drinks at the local bar. Still ice cold cola at the sodas back in Dominical. Grab a towel. Sit awhile. Enjoy the silence of summer. © Copyright 2020 Kåre Enga [178.186] (12.juli.2021)
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Smoke got in our eyes One blink and you're gone. Flag limp — no confetti sprinkled across an empty sky, just a peachy glow warming my face. Just so you know — I'll miss you. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.185.s] (9.juli.2021) Note: the glow was due to smoke, probably from Idaho. A serenade at sunset for
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Smoke got in our eyes One blink and you're gone. Flag limp, no confetti sprinkled across an empty sky, just a peachy glow warming my face. Just so you know — I'll miss you. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.185.s] (9.juli.2021) Note: the glow was due to smoke, probably from Idaho. A serenade at sunset for
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Back turned to me I look up, the Moon! but you hide on the far side where I can never find you. Yes, I sing to stars, but I can't tune out your voice, or forget your round blue face. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.187] (14.juli.2021) For:
Form: Sedoka. Two stanzas (each of which is called a katauta). Each has three lines, with 5,7,7 syllables. Rhyme Scheme: No! These are unrhymed. Theme: The stanzas are used to see something from two different perspectives. They are often considered a 'conversation' between two lovers, so that it can be like a question and answer. There can be other themes and imagery involved, but try to let the theme of love shine through somehow. |
Christening Listen to the sparrows chirping for food. They have babies to feed. Who will feed them? Their vision focuses on kindness and crumbs. Hear their pleas. — Don't ignore them. I live off the crumbs that others leave, if not for me then for someone in need. Tears glisten. I've been seen. I've been seen! The kindness of strangers awes me. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.184] (3.juli.2021) Prompt: Write a poem using one, or all, of these words: glisten, vision, christen. No line count or form restrictions For
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Hale and Healthy in Hell Hale! Hale! Yoga class begins. Are you really sure? — Yes, I'm really sure! — Then surely I must be dead. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.183] (2.juli.2021) Not sure whether you or I works best in last line, mais n'importe pas. |
View from the bridge They cavort y'know: the swans, the geese, the ducks — especially the ducks. They wait until we turn the other way then continue making — ducks. Then beavers glide up channels to gather leaves at the base of half-gnawed trees where eddies swirl. And we? We watch the swallows swoop, then cross the bridge to drown our sorrows. Those of us afraid to swim, unable to fly. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.179] (31.juli.2021) 13 lines free verse ~65 words prompt free write about wildlife month. ~ Wild About Wildlife Month https://www.popsugar.com/pets/Wild-About-Wildlife-Month-23835474
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Water Glistening you slid over shoulders slipped between fingers and toes soothed the sunburn that smoldered dripped from the tip of her nose. You mirrored her face in cold puddles, tinkled from high waterfalls, cleansed her thoughts that were muddled, gave her her Life above all. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.167] (26.juni.2021) For
8 lines; abab rhyme. |