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 |
Icarus drowning in a sea of oil Brueghel was never frugal, covering canvas with every color I know ... because I google. © Kåre Enga [177.265a] (24.oktober.2020) 24 syllables: 7/10/7 axa rhyme. Prompt: 'frugal'. Note that 'I know' can be the end of line 2 or beginning of line 3; it fits both and is done on purpose. For
Bonus? Dog, Ma? "Where's the dog, Ma?" "Chewing on the bear, Paw, reading Revelations, dogging dogma's expectations." © Kåre Enga [177.265b] (24.oktober.2020) 24 syllables (or silly bulls): 4/6/6/8. Prompt: dogma |