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 |
Nine suffices for Neva Behold nine; how it hides no corners, and unlike six, doesn't sit in a box. Four seems deathly and eight... lucky for some... yet, why settle for luck? Ten is just — one too many, as if we must start again. No, as Neva might say, nine suffices. And yes, although there are seven directions, the trickiest one lies within. © Kåre Enga [177.318] (22.januar.21) 8 lines of free verse. When I started writing this I thought of Prosperous Snow celebrating . Therefore ... . I used to write poems for and about friends all the time. I should get back into the practice and do so again.
January 22 prompts: DIFFICULT, TEN, SETTLE |