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Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation.

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L'aura del campo


'é a lua, é a lua, na quintana dos mortos'
♣ Federico García Lorca ♣


Higgins Street Bridge, April 25th  2009, Missoula, Montana


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.

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 Kåre *Leaf5* Enga
~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go.
~ Elizabeth Bishop,
The Fish
April 12, 2025 at 8:51pm
April 12, 2025 at 8:51pm
#1087116
Where does the time go?

When the clock strikes twenty-one, twenty-one,
if you are still awake
if I am still alive
before our fight...

When the clock strikes twenty-two, twenty-two,
between tears and seconds spent
we'll know by what's been shared
that all is right...

When the clock strikes thirty-one, thirty-one
we've sent messages all night
until dawn's reckoning.
Sweet dreams, goodnight...


© Kåre Enga [182.20] 10.april.25

Original in "Where does time go?Open in new Window.
April 12, 2025 at 4:39pm
April 12, 2025 at 4:39pm
#1087105
To all my ghosts

No time to write a silly poem
about war or peace, or chicken grease,
something I know nothing about.

Distracted by a piece of key lime pie,
pieces of strawberries calling my name,
potato chips and sundry things —
life got in the way. No time
for introspection or even a bath.
Dead skin and ennui slough off in the shower.

I didn't have time to write to you,
to call out your name in vain,
ghosts never answer the phone.

I'm tired of being alone, tired
of the echoes and ripples
of the fading Past that will not let me go.
Let me go! Where does the time go?
I never kept track whilst I lived,
and now I'll never know.

So few find me hiding, fewer comment.
I sent out photos of the sunset today,
should send out Songkran blessings tomorrow.
Postcards remain unsent.
I sent a message to Wren —
we're both getting old. I should feel blessed
that I'm still getting older.

Getting wiser is a ship
that sailed without me —
a long time ago.


© Kåre Enga (12.april.2025) [182.21]

28 lines

Original sketch in "Who knows where the time goes?Open in new Window.
April 12, 2025 at 4:01pm
April 12, 2025 at 4:01pm
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Quiet after the storms

Silence deafens after the storm
until the wren sounds the all clear;
all life thrills to their trill of joy:
we live we live we live —
we have survived.

In the hush after the beating:
the sound of steps walking away;
they are heard through the tears, noted
with a sigh, they will live —
for one more day.

The old oak has withstood the rain,
a century of wind; today
it rests in the bosom of mud
that it once reigned over —
gone with the storm.

New headstones state that here they lie
beneath the grass that greener grows,
where no signs need proclaim with words:
safe-at-last safe-at-last —
do not disturb.


© Kåre Enga [182.22] (12.april.2025)

20 lines

Prompt: safety. Too abstract. What does safety sound like? Steps walking away? The silence after the storm?

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