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 |
My room facing south snow on mountain tops cocoa in a pot mist wafting through my room windows tightly shut murmurs from hallways noon traffic calm aroma of onion chili touch of soft wool yarn sun slips in at a slant autumn's waning glow my radiator coming on to banish wintry blows [177.280] Written for "The Whatever Contest." "The Whatever Contest -- Closed for Now" Word/Line Count: 12 lines |
hay ripens in green fields — fresh goat droppings in cropped pens KE [177.279] (14.november.2020) For:
*Sun* focus on the moment as observer X *Frog* no caps, periods, rhyme, X *Bug* present tense X *Spider* Kigo or seasonal word X hay *Flowerb* one main verb X ripe / ripens *Cat* 8-17 syllables {not complete sentences} X 11/12 *Flowery* the 2 contrasting images that create an "aha" or puzzle for reader to discover what you know. ?? |