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 |
Smiles beguile you, make you feel welcome, enough to stay awhile (or forever); but, beware, their guile knows no bounds. So... go to Thailand. It's definitely worthwhile... but for a trial. This lifestyle may, or may not, not suit you. |
...nor hasty. It's not that I don't like You. I consider You a joyful Friend. To that end, "Pride proceedeth a fall." So, when I fall, catch me in your arms. I have no fear of You, only the dying. |
Enticing smells of catfish boiling, lemony aroma of cilantro, the stench of... What did I say that upset you. Why is there blood turning black in the sink. Where's the dog, the cat, my mother. Am I certain that's fish? |
I hope that smoke won't choke us, that flames never consume us, that you return to snore by my side, that gentle rains will fill our dreams, that we may swim together as one. |
"That Book?" Yeah, the one that tells lies about me. That only shows one side of the conversation. That misquotes me, misunderstands me, makes me the Bad Guy. There was no problem before you wrote it. There'll be none after... |
we approach. we flee. carefully. rubber bands bring closure—cause pain. karma's some awesome boomerang! band-aids protect. but attachment kills. "let's go." "LET GO." they warn but do not know. when two become one—that's a no-show. |
March on? Even birds fly listless and clothes barely wave at the morning. Nothing runs quickly through this smoky heat except for fire and anger. Both need a shower. So, I'd give him a kiss; but, why wake Sleeping Beauty? |
Double lines divide our highway. You stay on your side. I stay on mine. We'll both be happier. But Life laughs. Lines wiggle. You wag a finger then cross the line. Yes, hate resembles love. Yes, I loved you once. |
Festival after festival. Orange celebrates our city. Red ushers in the Lunar New Year. What color is the sky if not Blue? Grey, smoky today. We thirst. May it all turn Black with bolts of lightning. May rains come. |
24.กุมภาพันธ์.2566. Inspired by a scene in "My School President". When rains fall When rains fall as they must fall every winter will you let me cry alone or offer your umbrella. Will tear-drops I shed mean nothing, as my words have always meant nothing, or will rain-songs wash away pain and this dust of summer. Beyond shimmers of doubt will healing-harmonies join in. © Copyright 2023 Kåre Enga [179.143] (24.februar.2023) |