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 |
Covid cuffs-and-collars covid-cuffs and covid-collars how we ache inside our bubbles how we break them masked men — unmasked stalk alone down empty sidewalks hoping no one cuts across their lonely path © Kåre Enga [177.308] (14.januar.2021) 8 lines free verse to prompt "breaking bubble" from "EXPRESS IT IN EIGHT" , entered into "Shadows and Light Poetry Contest" . Note: Covid-cuff: mask dangling from the wrist. Covid-collar: mask hanging around the neck. 104.842 |