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 |
Extermination I don't like being half insane. It's not as if my family's to blame but they don't help. And it's A-Okay to lose it for a moment, I tell myself, but that's a lie. I empathize with the dying bugs. I too want to eat, to rest, to love, not live to die. But I scream at deaf walls and furniture: move this chair, that bookcase there! I twirl in space. After they've sprayed my small two rooms it looks like a wreck... Why can't it all fit back in place? © Kåre Enga 2014.november.11 Needs editing to fix rhythm, strengthen words, but I don't have time now! |