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 |
Mid-Life for Wordsmitty ✍️ In the moment between enthusiasm and memories three decades of Mid-Life pass in a flash that keeps inner fires barely burning, and embers banked, until a frisky breath-like breeze passes over them to warm numb flesh and remind cold bones that dawn still blooms beyond twilight, where night passes into the light of another day, another life, that begins anew with eyes wide open and the joy of being innocent once more. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.277] (9.novembre.2021) |