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 |
Midnight in the alley, Any Alley, USA You act as if I were a joke, feint this way or that, trying to start something. But beware, my calico cat will claw you and my dog's so hungry and whining for a midnight snack. Out of my way! you'll say and I'll shout back, good riddance, as Precious barks and Fangs hisses. I warn you, my parrot Lou will remove a finger or two if you poke them at him. We travel this way; we protect each other. These streets are mean, mother-f***er. K enga (4.junio.2017) [174.118] |
Ticked Grass tickles as your hand waves through it where ticks wait to climb aboard the passing food cart, free travel... meal included. And they might be right if you don't look quick and tell them with a flick, bugger off. K Enga (3.june.2017) [174.119] |
Fleeing from the rain gang Smacked by a drop, I smack back. But its cousins have noticed, gathering around, a wet gang of mobsters, I swear, out-to-get-me. Skies darken with threats, wet pavement, wash cars. Drops try to enter the bakery where I've fled. They boom their frustration, next time! then take off like a mob, eager to soak someone else. © Kåre Enga (4.juni.2017) [174.121] |
Ex-bananas Spell bound, Alexa carries a tomato box filled with bananas. She groans, "almost there", when a naughty baboon decides a banana would taste 'just fine' and tries to grab one. She thinks quickly and decides 'she won't win this one'. Too strong, too persistent, like a former lover who made her fall in love with the letter X. She tears off a couple and throws them, hoping... but the banana beggar wants the whole bunch. I'm dreaming she thinks, touches the mark on her forehead to summon her powers, closes eyes to candles, inhales the fragrance of clove, let's smoke carry her spell, banishing the baboon to another realm in another timeline. Then a tug brings her back to the present. She screams... because what else are anti-heroines supposed to do? She lets the bloody bold beggar have the bananas, opens the door and drives off in her car, glad she has escaped once more. X's haunt long after packed boxes are emptied of ripe bananas K Enga (4.juin.2017) [174.120] /30:4.1&2/ For "30 Day Image Prompt Contest - CLOSED" I used both prompts in one piece to make what I have called a 'gzaibun': 6/4 witchcraft 6/4 grocery monkey |