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 |
"After the party" Christine, Christine, Christine, Christine! Must everything be ordered and pristine? Christine, why do you scream? ©KåreEnga (1.january.2020) Notes: Syllables per line: 8/10/6 Meter: 1. -/-/-/-/ 2. //---/---/ but read -/-/-/-/-/ 3. -///// but could be read -/,-/-/ maintaining a pattern of -/ (unstressed/stressed) the pause after the comma makes the third line conform more closely with the first. Rhyme: aaa Prompt: pristine Channeling the song "Jolene". One way to read this: chris.TINE.chris.TINE.chris.TINE.chris.TINE! must.EV.ry.(thing).be.OR.dered.(and).pris.TINE? chris.TINE.——.why.DO.(you).SCREAM? |