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 |
After reading the news... assailed by festering wounds, a cluster of bombs, I walk down stone paths, hands raised against the storm, as if to banish clouds. And then I look down: three shooting stars, two yellow bells, one violet, oblivious. © Kåre Enga (26.avril.2017) [174.53] |
Thrown out of the office So little to place in a box: a cup, a photograph. His co-workers kept their smiles stopped up. Their bile they shared. So he left. Left everyone; left everything, even the box. Hell had been endured; he was so glad to be out of there. Beyond cubicles the world loomed beautiful. So much clutter had blocked his view. He took nothing with him, only kept one friend, sent him postcards from his travels. He knew he needed to roam, but his heart needed a home to come back to. © Kåre Enga (26.avril.2017) [174.50] |
Class Ass His throat hurts from shoving both feet down it. Surely a lesson to keep his mouth shut... He tells himself this every time, always a tad too late, as lips open to expell air, to share thoughts others need not hear, opinions they need not bear, as the venom of vomit spreads, tainting all with its touch. His throat throbs with the ache of shame, blame and promises that next time he'll keep his mouth shut. He tries so hard not to be an ass. He's not succeeding. © Kåre Enga (25.avril.2017) [174.48] |