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 |
This dissonance Attracted to one, in lust with another, the bee finds its favorite flower brother, thinks it has fallen in love. In Spring when the air warms up, in Summer as roses bloom, their fragrance a taste of honey and doom, when trapped by the changing weather as dry as the drought on your heather, no kiss blown my way. Yet lust and the falling in love, a Never that bears no fruit, only pain. I wither then drop to rot in Autumn's rain. © Kåre Enga September, 2014 another recent scratching that needs an edit or a haircut or... something. Just posting is an accomplishment! |