L'aura del Campo

What the waves knew

What the waves knew

Red sails
in the sunset,
one woman, one dead man,
blood drying in the sunlit sand:
rubies.

© Kåre Enga 2007 [164.170a] 2007 August 12

Thoughts:

Perhaps prompts for further writing:

And at the end of this slushy road of winter: one wet spring.

In the blue shadow of a snowdrift: one red wing.

Me:

We are having temps near 100º every day. I stay in the a/c as much as possible.

Finished reading Body in the Basement. Light summer reading. The cinquain above was inspired by the tale. I also loved the quote about the Maine shore, "If you want to speak to God, it's a local call from here." It would make a good writing prompt.

Well my writing may be suffering, but my private journal just hit the milestone of 1,300 pages.

Blogville:

lizco252 has been dealing with multiple deaths, illness and dying.

ksweaver laments that the kids are gone!

vivacious : "Thomas is growing ... from parasite to succubus". Her birthday has just passed. (But I bet she'd still take gifts. )

Eagle~The Cowboy's Wife has photos of Pike's Peak in her blog and here: "Invalid Item" 

ShellySunshine is baaaaack! She mentions that on their vacation to Lake Michigan the children were 'pool fishes' rather than 'beach babies'. I told her I'm more like a 'bathtub baby'. She also asks in "Invalid Entry"  whether married women can have male friends.

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