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 ♣ 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: IN MEMORIUM VerySara passed away November 12, 2005 Please visit her port to read her poems and her writings. More suggested links: These pictures rotate. Kåre Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop, The Fish |
Forgot to finish? Enter? So I made it 27 syllables instead. So you won. So what. Disheveled after wine and roses... What memories! What treachery! Who doesn't revel in your triumph? Me. © Kåre Enga [177.206] (2.september.2020) 27: 9/8/9/1 (revel) Originally worked on for
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HAPPY.................................................. WHAT? husH ma and pA a puP a cuP a battle crY whaT neW emoticons will attract mE then attack me, wheN at nighT I try to snoozE or hibernate, to resT perhaps to dream of the slusH of snoW the cold, the joy anD froliC |
Day of the Dead November 1, 2020 Quentin put his red shoes on... and added glitter. If he was going to dance with David all night long he'd need more than an attitude... so lots of glitter. He sang. Let's sway until my ankles bend. Let's pray that this night doesn't end before the morning glitter in your hair glitter everywhere before I put my red shoes back on before my Muse wakes up and tells me this is but a dream. Let them say, quit making a scene! I'll say I'm your dancing queen! then shower them with glitter for even a queen is entitled to her dreams for even the dead deserve their own night out with glitter lots of glitter in their hair. © Kåre Enga [177.205] (1.september.2020) 27 line 'story' poem with rhythm and rhyme embedded. Two key lines used from "Let's Dance": Put on your red shoes Let's sway For:
"Let's Dance" Let's dance Put on your red shoes And dance the blues Let's dance To the song they're playin' on the radio Put on your red shoes While color lights up your face Let's sway Sway through the crowd to an empty space If you say run, I'll run with you If you say hide, we'll hide Because my love for you Would break my heart in two If you should fall into my arms And tremble like a flower Let's dance Let's dance Let's dance for fear your grace should fall Let's dance for fear tonight is all Let's sway You could look into my eyes Let's sway under the moonlight, This serious moonlight And if you say run, I'll run with you And if you say hide, we'll hide Because my love for you Would break my heart in two If you should fall Into my arms And tremble like a flower Let's dance Let's dance Let's dance Put on your red shoes And dance the blues Let's dance to the song they're playin' on the radio Let's sway under the moonlight, This serious moonlight [Repeat until the end:] Let's dance Let's sway |
Harvest Time Days grow short when September comes: the grunts, the groaning, chores that must be done, finished ere the gloaming. © Kåre Enga [177.201] (29.avgust.2020) Gloaming 24σ: 8/5/5/6 abab For:
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Thick as blood What's not kept closer than skin if not kindred hatred for those not worthy to be considered kin. © Kåre Enga [177.200] (27.avgust.2020) 24: 7/6/5/6 axxa For
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ten days of smoke sunflowers look up -- a patch of blue. [199a] my legs ache -- young people jog down to the river [199b] the breeze takes away the smoke -- when will it bring the chill [199c] thirsty skies -- a leaky hose quenches a green lawn. [199d] © Kåre Enga [177.199] (26.avgust.2020) |
Autocrat's Pond Subterfuge lies like mosquitos on the surface of the lake; underneath the dragonfly nymph waits. © Kåre Enga [177.197] (24.avgust.2020) 24: 8/7/3/6 free-verse For:
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Old enemies Now that we're free, the sudden dash to hug someone, like succotash, the comity of corn and beans. © Kåre Enga [177.194] (20.avgust.2020) 24 = 4/4/4 4/4/4
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Draft Notice 1969 upon his breast a medallion upon his coffin a flag in his hand the cachet of his death © Kåre Enga [177.192b] (18.avgust.2020) 24σ = 4/4/5/2/3/6 Cachet, in a more modern sense than in the original: a warrant formerly issued by a French king who could warrant imprisonment or death in a signed letter under his seal. For:
First ditty left here: Comment from the corner sachet of lavender sashay into my life your seal of approval cachet of heart's delight [192a] 24 = 6/6/6/6 xaxa |
In the year 2010 We gazed into crystal balls; dazzled by what was shown in limpid pools, why didn't we see our fall? 24σ: 7/10/7 a(a)a (a) = near rhyme © Kåre Enga [177.190b] (16.avgust.2020) For:
Note: I confused limpid (bright, clear) with limp (in the sense 'worn-out') and wrote the following in a flash before I realized my misuse of limpid and put limping instead. I wrote the above in response to this so I leave it here to amuse myself: Chores Mopping these floors with ragged cheer, limping through August's dusty heat, as worn out as this endless year. © Kåre Enga [177.190a] (16.avgust.2020) 24σ: 8/8/8 axa |