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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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June 30, 2025 at 12:01am
June 30, 2025 at 12:01am
#1092525
I'm leaving

I was leaving.
         I didn't leave.
It was winter
         didn't go far.
I wanted to run away...
         ran off to college
                   had a miserable time
I couldn't stay, so I ran
         further away.

Why did I leave? What was my search?

I found it
         whatever it was
And healed
         whatever that was
and began to smile.

What did I find? Was it enough?

I dreamt
         dreams are so tricky.
I left when
         winter became spring.
Was I happy. No.
Did I stay. Yes.

For years I was happy being unhappy.

I wanted to leave.
         so I left.
Left my troubles behind...
         didn't take long for them to find me

Again and again and again.

I once had a neighbor
         who played the harp
known as Serenity
         just like her harp.

But I never found the peace I searching for.

I'm leaving
         each time searching for something.
I'm leaving
         my troubles are packed.

I've never been able to leave them behind.

© Kåre Enga (29.juni.2025)

38 lines inspired by the Beatles "She Leaving Home" (1967)

For
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A month-long writing challenge, using The Beatles' songs as inspiration.
#2337962 by Choconut Author IconMail Icon


June 29, 2025 at 7:30pm
June 29, 2025 at 7:30pm
#1092510
For AniPon "Everything is EverythingOpen in new Window.

I didn't like the prompt as 'speaking in tongues' has negative implications for me.

I found the song intriguing and use of rap appropriate but its busy-urban background noise annoys me. I live in silence, seek calm, avoid the drama swirling around me... as best I can.

Let's love ourselves and we can't fail
To make a better situation
Tomorrow, our seeds will grow


Tomorrow, our seeds will grow

Built on failed dreams, frustration,
we fear for the future of our nation
no tears needed, no explanation
will answer questions you ignored.

Do we reap from what we sow?
Tomorrow, our seeds will grow!

Trashed by doubts and blurry vision
by dog-eat-hotdog competition
we now let go of our divisions
to welcome peace into our homes.

where we will act upon our prayers
more than empty words that snare
the unwary weary; now we dare
to freely offer our solutions.

Do we reap from what we sow?
Tomorrow, our seeds will grow!

No time for fatalistic thoughts;
no time for empty dreams we bought.
No would've, could've, should've, oughts.
No time for obfuscation.

We will reap the peace we sow.
Tomorrow, our seeds will grow.

© Kåre Enga (29.juni.2025)

22 lines


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June 7, 2025 at 4:18pm
June 7, 2025 at 4:18pm
#1090992
Blown away by truth

Love blinds me in an instant
I want him. I need him.
Sense fading in the distance.

I hide behind my walls,
balance on his parapet,
frightened of the fall.

I seek what I can hold
careful not to crush him,
shy and timid, never bold.

But then he sees me, frowns.
I stand frozen in his glare,
melting, seek to drown.

So, I light a match, then dash,
my torch flaming, burning,
reducing reality to ash.

Embers seen from a distance,
glow where once love grew,
extinguished in an instant,
blown away by truth.

© Kåre Enga (7.juni.2025)

19 lines prompted by the Beatles "For No One"(1966)

Poetics: axa bxb cxc dxd exe afaf

For
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A month-long writing challenge, using The Beatles' songs as inspiration.
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124.585
June 7, 2025 at 3:43pm
June 7, 2025 at 3:43pm
#1090990
Birches and blossoms

Eyes wide open
a child climbs the birch —
blue robin eggs

The pines have sheltered
the deer, the robin, from ice,
the melt, the chill,
now spring has found the birch
greening branches, enticing
sparrows, finches and robins
to move to a new perch.

Come summer,
dense shade of the maple, and
the damp leaf mold, provide
a home for bugs and worms
for generations of wings
that adorn the trees like
autumn leaves among the gold.

Now the winds of winter
lulls all to sleep under a blanket
of snow. Yet life persists in nooks
and crannies, slowly marking
the days until the sun returns
when the impatient plums
send out buds and bloom.

robin flitting
among plum blossoms — old
man with a cane


© Kåre Enga [182.] (7.juni.2025)

27 lines
May 31, 2025 at 9:07pm
May 31, 2025 at 9:07pm
#1090389
King of Hearts

Ruth looked at the cards spread
on the table, knew they offered no hope,
no wisdom guiding me through my dilemmas.

And no money, past, present, future.
The King of Hearts sat at the center
begging me to hold on, to be patient.

For there was no love this side of the horizon,
but someday... someday I'd learn to let go,
get a grip on my senses, let someone climb
over my fences, let someone love me,
allow myself to love them in return

© Kåre Enga [182.] (31.mai.2025)

12 lines

Notes:
Prompt was "Desperado"
My tarot card is the King of Hearts:
no fame, no money, no conquest.
Based on a real tarot card reading... years ago.

124.466
May 18, 2025 at 11:59am
May 18, 2025 at 11:59am
#1089574
On a Dark Red Day

         for Mark

Looking up at the ceiling
An eclipse of the lamp light
my right hand moving left
to block out the day
I stay back to the bed
my future looming above me
the glooming of Sunday
a lighter shade of Hell
that can wait till tomorrow
or overmorrow or until
the left hand transverses
the pillow to beg the
waning of the night to block
the waxing of the new day

© Kåre Enga [182.] 18.mai.2025

14 lines

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May 4, 2025 at 6:32pm
May 4, 2025 at 6:32pm
#1088716
Strings of pearls

And I'm clutching my string of pearls, trying
not to slip when the blind man offers his arm
to guide me up the icy steps. His shoes
grip the ice as if we were walking on
sunshine at the beach. There are no trumpets
to declare our triumph, no band to greet
us at the top. We climb one careful step
at a time. Me eying the future; his
blindness grounded in the present, the ice
glistening like a string of mini-pearls.

© Kåre Enga [182.] (31.mai.2025)

10 lines

For "Spider WebOpen in new Window.

Dreamed about Ray Charles last night
And he could see just fine, you know
I asked him for a lullaby
He said, "Honey, I don't sing no more"
No more, no more, no more
Ray don't sing no more

He said, "Since I got my eyesight back,
My voice has just deserted me.
No 'Georgia on my mind' no more...
I stay in bed with MTV"

Then Ray took his glasses off
And I could look inside his head
Flashing like a thunderstorm
I saw a shining spider web
April 30, 2025 at 11:26pm
April 30, 2025 at 11:26pm
#1088443
Weightless

The weightlessness of us
as things around begin to shift

as my eyes looked elsewhere
and my thoughts began to drift.

What was once a promise
unraveled with the lies
I'm as much at fault as you,
more so in your eyes.

What at first seemed weightless
began to take on weight
as the burdens of two lives
added and multiplied.

I want to go back when
thoughts had wings of feathers,
when once we soared together
weightless through the sky.

© Kåre Enga (30.april.2025) [182.46]

16 lines

The weightlessness of us as things around begin to shift is a line from

April 30, 2025 at 11:16pm
April 30, 2025 at 11:16pm
#1088442
No faggots

Children laugh and poke fun at me,
do they think that I am deaf?
No faggots are allowed, they say,
we beat them till they're dead.

And my cheeks are burning,
blushing as I hide.
I'm not welcome in this town.
Am I welcome in this life?

I can be whatever I want
as long as they agree,
long as I'm not too this or that
they'll smile and nod at me.

As long as I'm not a faggot,
long as they can't see.

But my cheeks are burning,
blushing as I hide.
I'm not welcome in this town.
Am I welcome in your life?

And I want to be your friend.
Am I welcome in this life?

© Kåre Enga [182.45] (30.april.2025)

20 lines

Based on No Gringo.

April 30, 2025 at 9:32pm
April 30, 2025 at 9:32pm
#1088437
Pink portulaca

Red geraniums are getting old;
the green onions wilt.
The bird-of-paradise may never bloom;
Yet, spring has sprung outside the window.

Today one pink portulaca
brightens up the view.
If I were a flower in your garden
I would blossom as well.

Unless I were a jade tree,
jealous of the others,
only blooming after decades,
long past our prime.

I stop to smell blue iris,
admire blue columbine,
then pluck two dandelions
to brighten up the hall.

Spring has sprung outside the window
and here I sit aware
that this spring may be my last
and these words never read.

But here inside my windows,
pink portulaca blooms
and nasturtiums strut their finery
as April yields to May.

© Kåre Enga (30.april.2025) [182.44]

24 lines

April theme #3: home/garden for "Merit Badge MagicOpen in new Window.

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