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 |
** Image ID #2208824 Unavailable ** This was our home: the tipsy balcony, three flights of stairs, each brick holding a memory of where we fell or where we hid. Go there! Bring one home, so I can hold it in my hands take what life force still remains, tuck it into my heart. © Kåre Enga (3.january.2020) 8 lines free verse. For:
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Yrt Nallag Yrt Nallag! We walk it backwards to a time when knights wore armor, when their gallantry was a 'thing'. 3/5/8/5/3 no rhyme nor rhythm. 103.533 |