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 |
Ovi for Pan June. I welcome cooling moonbeams, inhaling strawberry ice cream that I've sprinkled with ovaltine. Should I leave some for you? I scrape this ceramic bowl clean, it's not that I mean to be mean. You lie there absorbed by your dreams and sleep unaware. © Copyright 2023 Kåre Enga [180.56.a] (15.juni.2023) Version in past tense. Ovi for Pan In June I welcomed cold moonbeams, inhaling strawberry ice cream sprinkled with malted ovaltine. Should I have left some for you? I scraped the ceramic bowl clean; it's not that I meant to be mean. You lay there absorbed by your dreams and slept unaware. © Copyright 2023 Kåre Enga [180.56.b] (15.juni.2023) |
Monochrome in indigo all color removed except for blue this nighttime gift of shame you left me towers I cannot climb supplications declined emotions that never set me free here in the city surrounded by millions I shake all alone Kåre Enga [180.55] (8.juni.2023) |
Impatiens I planted them every summer, an oval of soft pink against a backdrop of sage-green cedar. They mirrored my youthful struggle to be patient — I waited. You never responded — should I have chosen firecrackers, rainbow explosions of color. Kåre Enga [180.54] (7.juni.2023) |