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 |
Last supper They feast tonight, flee before dawn's light. Those just hatched glow red. They're well fed, unaware their first is their last. They'll die after the cock crows once, before it crows twice. High noon, their End of Time, looms lethal. But tonight they attend the family supper: mother, siblings, uncle. Spread out like a smørgåsbord, they feast on me. © Kåre Enga 2014.noviembre.8 |