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 |
Eve after the bite for Shay from Shelby How invisible becomes visible. How one bite can make turquoise eyes see, her ears hear. How a taliman red and juicy can open up a world. The aquamarine gem on her finger shines brighter now. A glistening on her chin reflects a universe. Knowledge begets knowledge. Who would Eve be reborn if not as Shay from Shelby. A place one drives through, a cold flat prairie, far from any Paradise we would seek. Yet there, with small delicate bites, the world begins anew. © Kåre Enga 9.august.2015. Bernice's Bakery, Missoula. |