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Rated: 13+ · Book · Personal · #982524
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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Taken in the Spring of 2004, the fountain is framed by redbud. Emporia, Kansas
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 Kåre *Leaf5* Enga
~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go.
~ Elizabeth Bishop,
The Fish
July 16, 2017 at 11:10pm
July 16, 2017 at 11:10pm
#915549
Cancer

I'm not a fan of cancer,
those cells that riot at the body's expense.
I avoid the party crowd.
I'm no anarchist.

But one doesn't always choose one's enemies,
and some appear first as friends.
How they suck the life out of you!
They only feed themselves.

Better to be an elephant,
part of a family that wanders together:
nomads of the deserts,
rumbles of the jungle.

Everywhere is home.

And there's no fear of cancer.
Elephants don't get cancer.
Not like my brother-in-law.

© Kåre Enga (7.juli.2017) after speaking with my mother [174.170]
81.331
July 16, 2017 at 11:06pm
July 16, 2017 at 11:06pm
#915548
Stray thoughts at breakfast

Leg swollen
old veins aching
every step hurts

think about something else

the fragrance of night blooming flowers
the splatter of rain on tin roofs
a fly landing on my food

my coffee's light and sweet
the sky's filled with cotton-puffs
and heat gathers on my bald spot

I dart in and out
where awnings provide some surcease
on the way to the park

as every step hurts

© Kåre Enga (7.julio.2017) [174.169] in Pérez Zeledón

July 16, 2017 at 10:04pm
July 16, 2017 at 10:04pm
#915545
Are we there yet?

A few photos on the beach
a waste of money
if you march in and out
and don't stop to breathe
the heavy humidity
my aching legs
Blue/red harlequin crabs
sloth in a tree
mapaches prowl
a pizote steals
a bag of sandwiches
cara blancas groom each other
one eats an iguana
lizards pose and watch us
hermit crabs scuttle
through leaf litter
and fallen fruit
non-edible, toxic
you eat one
silly
the exit's blocked
we retrace our steps
walk slowly
Are we there yet?
stone drive
raised boardwalk
my aching legs
force me to sit
you prop me up
Can you carry me?
you smile
make sure I'm okay

Are we there yet?

© Kåre Enga (4.julio.2017) PN Manuel Antonio [174.168] with Brian Nuñez.



July 16, 2017 at 9:58pm
July 16, 2017 at 9:58pm
#915544
Los gatos de Grecia...

...one runs, one purrs,
one plays with the hands
then bites.

Hands smell of food
or serve to scratch an itch
or move like mice.

They know that a lap's
a warm place to rest.
Don't move.

They're our familiars,
we their servants.
These are the rules.

One jumps, one slinks away,
with a flash of paws,
one meows.

© Kåre Enga [174.167] Grecia, Costa Rica (1.julio.2017)



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