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 |
Red poppies blow I pen a poem predicting war while poor children pocket pastries. Am I prescient. Am I wrong. © Kåre Enga (3.january.2020) 5/4/4/4/4/3 = 24 syllable Free verse not dependent on rhyme or rhythm. Kept together by alliteration. The line breaks can be a pause while reading out-loud. 24 syllable Prompt is prescient: having or showing knowledge of events before they take place. Title from: "In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place, and in the sky, The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard among the guns below." John McCrae |