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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.
~ Elizabeth Bishop,
The Fish
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May 30, 2017 at 5:41pm
May 30, 2017 at 5:41pm
#912049
[untitled fragment of a song]

If when in France, I sing and dance
and Merry, she'll dance with me,
we'll sweep the floor, go out the door,
and merry we both shall be.

In London, Toronto, in Lisbon and Oslo,
we'll jiggle and wiggle and bounce.
In Bergen or Bali, in Belfast or Bolly-
wood pirouette, giggle and flounce.

... ...

© Kåre Enga (28.mai.2017) [174.108]

Note: midnight is a cruel hour to have to get up and take down notes before forgetting them! Will need refinement and maybe another verse or two. But these two stanzas establish the rhythm. (Lines 1 and 3: 4 meters, with 8 iambic beats; lines 5 and 7 with 4 meters but 12 beats. A musician would correct me, I'm sure.)
May 30, 2017 at 5:16pm
May 30, 2017 at 5:16pm
#912047
To a social-psychopath

I changed my number,
changed my address,
scrambled my name
and switched my sex.

I'm under witness protection
until you rot.

So sad... for once we were friends, but
now we're not.

© Kåre Enga (29.mai.2017) [174.111]
May 29, 2017 at 5:28pm
May 29, 2017 at 5:28pm
#911984
Landscape of locust and larch

In a landscape of locust and larch,
we bake in hot shade, bask in hotter sun,
raise bare branches to lumbering snow clouds,
once winter comes, and never trust Spring
until warmth makes us bud.
Our strengths:
learned reticence,
profound patience,
our skeptic mistrust.
Yet planted here:
we locusts bloom in arms-open valleys,
we larch cling to steep jagged slopes,
we humans... neither... or both,
we mountain lovers,
we valley dwellers
full of hope.

© Kåre Enga (28.mayo.2017) [174.110]
May 28, 2017 at 9:36pm
May 28, 2017 at 9:36pm
#911927
16 small funerals

There was that aroma
enticing us,
our stomachs empty,
eyes filled
with the sight of cheese
till the snap,
blood oozing from crushed flesh.
We fled,
shivered in our dens,
hid until hungry
we ventured forth again,
when black whiskers
made us scream,
Mercy!
No mercy for us.
We were a crew.
We were young.
We entered this world eyes wide open.
Now we disappear, eyes shut,
one by one.

© Kåre Enga (27.mai.2017) [174.103]

Inspired by Parris Ja Young.
May 28, 2017 at 9:25pm
May 28, 2017 at 9:25pm
#911926
To Narcissus

When we look in a mirror,
who do we see?
You see a god.
I see me.

© Kåre Enga (27.mayo.2017) [174.105]

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May 27, 2017 at 6:24pm
May 27, 2017 at 6:24pm
#911854
Sidewinder

Parting hot quartz crystals,
your forward progress at a slant,
you cross hostile country without a blink
or backward glance.

You travel through these burning sands,
eyes slit that never gaze at skies.
For nightmares fill this Dreamtime land,
where ere you pass.

O Slim Rope
that winds through fallen stars,
your sidewind trek leaves but a trace,
your passage just a trance.

© Kåre Enga (23.mai.2017) [174.94]

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May 27, 2017 at 5:05pm
May 27, 2017 at 5:05pm
#911847
Your little spears

—stabbed the slabs of beef,
tore at meat, as if—
they did not belong in a human mouth,
as if—no one else had teeth.

Descendant of sharks, you told us,
not monkeys like you apes, you scold us.
We just nod and protect our napes,
never turning our back to you.

Each white flash—
each bloody slash—
admonished us.

Reminded us
how much we value our life.

As if—
your little spears could end it.
As if—we were grade A meat—
and you were a butcher.

© Kåre Enga (25.mai.2017) [174.100]
May 27, 2017 at 4:55pm
May 27, 2017 at 4:55pm
#911846
Ha

—ha—ha—

I do not smile,
the gloom of my mood clouds my eyes,
my lashes flash and the clap of internal thunder
seeks to escape my lips.

Pray that they stay sewn shut—by courtesy—
or respect.
Laugh if you must,
but do not force me to smile.

For grimaces are small coins in the Land of Ha—
and you dare not afford my ire.

© Kåre Enga (27.mayo.2017) [174.102]

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May 26, 2017 at 3:25pm
May 26, 2017 at 3:25pm
#911788
Listening to you read

         for Jenny Montgomery

Distill words until only essence remains.
Simmer until all extraneous ideas
burn off. Decant the detritus.

How pure what remains! How quiet
syllables murmur when atoned alone.
Daydreams fill pauses in between words,
each dram pondered before the next sip.

You, dear writer, are the bee
and this the nectar you have gathered,
their ambrosia you have stored,
an assay of the purest honey that you share.

© Kåre Enga (25.mayo.2017) [174.101]

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May 24, 2017 at 5:19pm
May 24, 2017 at 5:19pm
#911689
I will survive...
will survive...
will survive...

Oh, how the rain mocks my tears.

© Kåre Enga [174.98] (24.mayo.2017)

Based on: Mirar la lluvia denuncia a los imitadores del sueños" posted by Christopher Solano on facebook. Could be considered an American Sentence.
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