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L'aura del Campo

by Kåre เลียม Enga

Rated: 13+ · Book · Personal · #982524

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 ♣

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.

PLEASE LEAVE COMMENTS! I LV COMMENTS!

On a practical note, in answer to your questions:

Gifts from NOVAcatmando

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ransomme Iowegian Skye

IN MEMORIUM

VerySara

passed away November 12, 2005

Please visit her port to read her poems and her writings.
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These pictures rotate.

Kåre Enga
~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go.
~ Elizabeth Bishop,
The Fish

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Kåre เลียม Enga

Sep 6, 2024 at 10:49am
In response to "Too slow or too swift? "

Leger~ I just wanted to write something... but in re-reading this it touches on some truths. IRL we are very different and it did work out in many ways. Just not like expected.

One added note. I don't have to like a prompt to be able to write to it.

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Leger~

Sep 6, 2024 at 10:36am
In response to "Too slow or too swift? "

Nice depiction of regrets.
Going back to the year, the month, even the day you made that choice probably wouldn't change the outcome.
I try to be selective and remember the happy moments and leave the regrets in the past.
Be well

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Kåre เลียม Enga

Sep 4, 2024 at 11:06pm
In response to "Too slow or too swift? "

Wordsmitty ✍️ I wrote this before noticing The Cramp's prompts whilst listening to the song. Didn't like either, so imho, nothing lost. I suspect I didn't burn bridges but even bridges need maintenance and sometimes the road ends on the other side or goes nowhere. I cherish what I learned.

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Wordsmitty ✍️

Sep 4, 2024 at 10:56pm
In response to "Too slow or too swift? "

Very nice. It's good to hold onto those feelings, but don't let the what-ifs become obsessive. Look forward but be glad for what was. (I didn't listen to the song, but would that matter?)

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Joy

Apr 10, 2024 at 11:18am
In response to "Double Espresso, please! [181.8]"

Yessss! Me three! Off to "charcoal thoughts."

Katya the Poet

Apr 9, 2024 at 9:23pm
In response to "Double Espresso, please! [181.8]"

This certainly cheered me up! I hope it did the same for you.

winklett

Apr 9, 2024 at 8:52am
In response to "Double Espresso, please! [181.8]"

I relate -- and appreciate the reminder to let sunshine save me!

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Kåre เลียม Enga

Apr 3, 2024 at 12:02am
In response to "Snow day [181.3]"

huser:Katya} Joy Rhyssa winklett

It needs tweeking. Short lines can be a headache; little room for maneuvering. It's got a cadence, so; yes, it could be a song. The 'conflict' is ending on one long sad fading note. I'm conflicted as to what I do next.

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winklett

Apr 2, 2024 at 10:47am
In response to "Snow day [181.3]"

So much pain conveyed, effectively with such sharp short lines. Nice.

July 18, 2017 at 2:00am

#915634

Quilted [175]

Quilted

How we were stitched together...
my sister and I. A scrap
of red satin, a tatter of blue.
This was our great-aunt's quilt
she cobbled together
as quick as she could.
Her sister was dying.
We lay under it, stretched out
on the couch's stiff coffin.
Red welts, scratchy coughs,
the delusions of fever.
We memorized the patterns of cloth,
the long narrow strips sewn together
in square blocks. It gave comfort
seven years after our grandmother
had died. Now a tatter of blue,
a memory of red satin brings it all back.

© Kåre Enga [174.175] (11.july.2017) RedBook#57

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