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 |
There comes a softening... ...by river's edge when willows green and rushes glow to cover winter's scars amidst Spring's flood that wends and mends. © Kåre Enga [171.P1] 13.November.2014 There comes a softening... ...to father's belt when slapped against the butt that brings forth cries but fails to bruise the inner steel of being. © Kåre Enga [171.P2] 13.November.2014 There comes a softening... ...to wings encased in ice when comes untimely melt in early Spring when all dissolves to muck. Yet prayers have wings that once released from tight pursed lips give such a joy like a chrysalis opening in Summer to a gentle breeze that lifts frail wings. © Kåre Enga [171.P3] 20.December.2014 There comes a softening... ...to a fortress when moats are filled and walls dismantled to be recycled for a town that grows beyond tamed fields to wilderness where once the Vandals roamed where once upon a time we believed in fairy tales now covered asphalt parking lots and monstrous discount stores. © Kåre Enga [171.P4] 21.December.2014 |