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 |
The turkey speaks before dinner Kalkunen snakkar før middagen** Yes, I know that you think I should flee but I live in the land of the free. So I'll peck at my feed as they chop up the swedes.* What could possibly happen to me! © Kåre Enga [177.281] (14.november.2020) *swede is another name for rutabaga (a bit of a Sven/Ole joke) **translation of title into Norwegian (nynorsk) 5 line limerick: 9/9/6/6/9 For:
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