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 |
Going home It's almost over: the ticket bought, the rent paid up, my nerves now spent. So — was it worth it? one never knows, one only hopes, and you decide to keep my happy, to say hello, or let me go, one last goodbye. KE [180.21] (30.april.2023) 12 lines, no rhyme, meter: 5/4/4/4 |
Howl caught a cold Grunts and coughs, barely a whisper. What can Wind do if it cannot blow? Caress a child's cheek? Lift and warm the spirits? How can it redirect clouds? How can it banish Winter? But the howl had caught a cold. And now it could barely whisper. Kåre Enga [180.16] (11.april.2023) |
Of yellow kites and your green umbrella At the water's edge I dream of yellow kites, and that green umbrella, keeping me from getting burnt. I'll burn regardless, consumed by your flames, hotter than the sun, turning water into steam. copyright Kåre Enga [180.15] (10.april.2023) |
Cloven I cleave your breast, rip it open, expose your heart. I find a snug place to grow where once you flourished. You welcome this change, holding onto life long after death. It's in the sheltering, this last embrace. © Copyright 2023 Kåre Enga [180.13] (9.april.2023) Cloven I cleave your breast, rip it open, expose your heart. I find a snug place to grow where once you grew. You welcome this change, hold onto life long after death. It's in the sheltering, the last embrace. © Copyright 2023 Kåre Enga [180.13] (9.april.2023) |