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 |
Tawny Born of spirit and dirt, she was raised to be proud of her fruitful body: splendrous, fulvous, unbowed. © Kåre Enga [177.286] (18.november.2020) 24 syllables: 6/6/6/6 xaxa Prompt: fulvous, a yellowish brown. "splendrous" is a less common spelling of "splendorous" that spell-check doesn't like... too bad... I looked it up at Merriam-Webster. Note: I had a co-worker named Tawny. She was proud, loud and unbowed. For:
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