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 |
Gods we do not know Dismissed, he left missives with the secretary. Now we read the papyri — wonder who he was. KE [177.316] (20.januar.2021) 24 syllables: 4 lines 2/10/7/5 For "Invalid Item" |
On knees if necessary Winter's Insurrection failed. The Sun returns, stronger every day, to strengthen our resolve to crawl towards Spring — on knees if necessary. We inaugurate the return to health as hope beckons, as our shadows lengthen behind us. No need to look back. No need to wallow in the frozen waste we leave behind. We seek — warmer climes and future times where empathy lines rock-strewn paths to tranquil lakes where lips lap love's shore. No matter the horrors that clutch at us. The Sun guides our way and every day frost's grief, once left behind, loses its grip and fades. © Kåre Enga [177.314] (20.januar.2021) 18 lines free verse January Quote by Walt Whitman: "Keep your face always toward the sunshine - and shadows will fall behind you." For January, 2021:
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