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— great turbulence— to the quiet mind bent on tomorrow's replay of yesterday when world churn and truth lay overturned exposed like worms by the farmer's furrow —now robin prey. © Kåre Enga [173.W1] (08.juli-2016) There comes— a softening— to hard packed clay when rain fills cracks and children play as pavement —puddlicious— remind one now grey— of the last big storm a century ago. © Kåre Enga [173.W2] (08.juli.2016) |