L'aura del Campo

There comes... [A1,A2]

There comes
a softening—
to the sonnet
when feminine rhyme
takes over
and consonant clusters
dissolve to vowels
and harsh words
bring forth hope—
once healed.

© Kåre Enga [171.A1] (November 2014)

There comes
a softening—
to iron crosses
when time topples
their rusty limbs
and human symbols
return like flesh
to nourish earth.

© Kåre Enga [171.A2] (November 2014)

There comes
a softening—
to the mic
when moistened lips
pressed together
part in music—
as black and white
fade to blues.

© Kåre Enga [171.B1] (November 2014)

There comes
a softening—
to random clutter
once stocked in piles
now slouched by doors—
their destination
oblivion,
the dumpster.

© Kåre Enga [171.B2] (November 2014)

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