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 |
Long after the fight Welter? I was. My face flowed when mashed, blood spilt upon blue mats, spent tulip that dared not blush again. © Kåre Enga (5.january.2020) 24 syllables strung out in an odd pattern reflecting the wobble of a defeated welterweight (definition #3). Some alliteration: sp, bl. Welter: 1. verb (literary): move in a turbulent fashion. "the streams foam and welter"; 2. noun: a large number of items in no order; a confused mass. "there's such a welter of conflicting rules"; 3. noun: short for welterweight (140 to 147 pounds or 63.5–67 kg). For:
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