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 |
Serenade We see cloud linings as if they're cotton, as if they're hung above us like a blanket to keep us safe and snug upon the ground as the flapping flag makes muted sounds; but, through the dirty window, I can only hear it waving to the setting sun. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga, [178.82.s] (14.mai.2021) |
Grain sifts Grain sifts between soft fingers — time lifts warm seas; between cold mountain ridges — life boldly clings. Forget how once you hurt me — regrets won't heal; by morning light remember — when mourning me. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.81] (14.mai.2021) 8 lines aabb rhymes on 2nd/3rd syllable. 7/4/7/4 rhythm. for
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Evening coffee Vermilion streaks stretch west to east as thoughts fade from blue to puce to gunmetal. My evening coffee cools as I travel to Thailand, Taiwan, taking the bridge that spans the river that flows beneath me. It races towards the setting sun as if it will flow forever. I take another sip as if I have eternity to savor it. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.80] (13.mai.2021) For
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