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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.
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June 16, 2017 at 12:53am
June 16, 2017 at 12:53am
#913419
Stories of stone

What stories stones could tell
of ancient laborers so long gone,
even their ghosts have left.
The stones remain. Hard bones
of someone's bent ambition,
placed or raised to repel the ravages
of change, millennia after
they've been forgotten. Those frail creatures,
those land-bound laborers, eyes gazing
at heights they longed to reach,
short-lived, their dream of leaving
a legacy for endless time. Yet,
even stones must die. Not yet,
whisper unlit lamps and empty streets.
Not yet, respond the darkened windows.
Prideful towers echo: not yet, not yet.

© Kåre Enga (15.juin.2017) [174.138] /30:15.1/

30-Day Image Prompt.

Earlier version kept here for reference:

Stories of stone

What stories stones could tell
of ancient laborers so long dead,
even their ghosts have moved-on.
The stones remain. Hard bones
of someone's ambition, placed or raised
to withstand the ravages of change,
millennia after they've been forgotten.
These frail creatures, these land-bound
laborers, eyes gazing at the heights,
short-lived, dreaming of leaving
a legacy for endless time. Yet,
even stones must die. Not yet, whisper
the unlit lamps and empty streets. Not yet,
respond the darkened windows. Even
the prideful towers echo, not yet, not yet.

© Kåre Enga (15.juin.2017) [174.138] /30:15.1/

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June 16, 2017 at 12:29am
June 16, 2017 at 12:29am
#913416
Children of Ra

It's time. They hobble under the waxing Sun,
their skin cold-hardened, turned to stone.
They whisper through cracked lips: soon, soon —
a quiet chorus, to entice the Orb's
return, entrap it with their nets, to tap
its rays, feel warmth return to depths within.
It's time. It's time. Their crescendo begins
to crack their outer skin. Inner embers lit,
they blaze anew. Sloughing lifeless sheaths,
eyes glow and supple arms rise to praise their Sun.
They beam, beacons of a New Age that's begun.

© Kåre Enga (15.juin.2017) [174.137] /30:15.2/

30-Day Image Prompt.

Earlier version kept here for reference:

Children of Ra

It's time. They hobble under the waxing Sun,
their skin cold-hardened, turned to stone.
They barely whisper through cracked lips, soon,
soon, in a quiet chorus meant to entice the Orb's
return, to entrap it with their nets, to tap its rays,
to feel warmth enter the depths within.
It's time. It's time. Their crescendo begins
to crack their outer skin. Their inner embers lit,
they blaze anew. Casting off their lifeless hide,
they raise faces, supple arms, to praise their Sun.
They begin to glow as a new Age has begun.


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