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 |
Whey, what's a tuffet? Mizz Muffet's Big Orange Boo so tar'd of curd, but verry hungry too, eyed ma little bird. Along came Dawg ta save the day (ta wrestle Muffet's cat)! I didna see wut came next. Nuthin's left but 'is 'at. © Kåre Enga [177.248] (13.oktober.2020) For: "Monsters Under The Bed - CLOSED" Based on: Once I Saw a Little Bird By: Walter Crane in 1874 Once I saw a little bird Come hop, hop, hop; So I cried, “Little bird, Will you stop, stop, stop?” And was going to the window To say, “How do you do?” But he shook his little tail, And far away he flew. Rules: 1. Keep the little bird in your poem. 2. Maintain the syllable count 7465 8676 3. Maintain the rhyme scheme abab cded 4, Put your own dark twist on the poem. Your version can be mysterious, dark, or horror. A standard speech version: Miss Muffet's Big Orange Boo so tired of curd, but very hungry too, eyed my little bird. Along came Dawg to save the day! (to wrestle Muffet's cat.) I didn't see what came next. Nothing's left but his hat. |