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   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 L  V 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 |
| 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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| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 123.798 |
| 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 Web"  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 |
| 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 |
| 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. |
| 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 Magic" |
| David's Day the sun woke me up I put on socks and shoes, hop between the shadows ring ring the bell rings I add subtract and read, look out frosted windows hot dog or corn dog? Ice Cream Cones! I scream with joy make smiley faces I go out to play clouds gather and speak to me gleeful I splash back I wait for the bus snow wind or rain tomorrow I'll do it again. © Kåre Enga (28.april.2025) [182.43] |
| No answer your dusty robe hangs outside the closet — inside bones await the key © Kåre Enga [182.33a] (17 syllables) Task Prompt: Write a haiku that breaks the rules of traditional Western haiku—but still feels like a haiku. Note: 17 syllables is haiku-ish (not a haiku) in my opinion and haikus don't really have a title. More like a haiku (still needs work imho): bones inside a closet — dusty bolted door [182.33b] (11 syllables, 1, 2, or 3 lines) Another breaking of rules: Waiting for a call Without friends I sat inside my closet, hid for what seemed an eternity. I waited over twenty-six years, for what seemed almost an eternity, then we met in South Carolina, our friendship destined for eternity. I rejoiced for twenty-four short years, knowing we would last an eternity. I haven't heard your voice for two decades, must I wait until eternity? My wrinkled robe hangs outside the closet, inside bones await eternity. [182.33c] (6 lines of 19 syllable lines, like a ghazal or a vahid) |
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I just went with the flow. Could use a minor edit but I'm happy that you like it.
