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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

kiyasama alfred booth, wanbli ska

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.

November 3, 2024 at 3:44pm

#1079450

There comes a softening to the brain... (memories)

There comes a softening to the brain...

...and to the memories stored —
most forgotten, the painful lost,
a blessing time to bid goodbye,
let go, move on, become as one.

...for there were sunflowers —
and an old windmill,
it's blades still churning,
faces forever turning to the sun.

© Kåre Enga (3.november.2024)

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