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 |
Shrouded before his time Gently dab each orifice, cleanse each unhealed wound, Rose water, tears anoint him. He who met untimely doom. Soft wrap of cotton, the worm asleep, cocooned till wings spread and flutter. Ruth mutters, why? then swoons. © Kåre Enga 10 October 2014. I decided to just enter and reserve judgment later. A good thing? It allows me to not waste energy. I need to get stuff on-line here to look at and edit later. Not all of it will be stellar. It needn't be. 78,395 |