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 |
There comes a softening... ...to the mouth when licked by puppies, touched by laughs when a baby can no longer hold the grimace thin, stretched, shut gas must part the lips and round the corners, smile. © Kåre Enga [171.Q1] December 2014. There comes a softening... to sore feet when soaked in slats or merely placed upon a stool massaged by oils and probing fingers warm appendages of a giving heart. © Kåre Enga [171.Q2] December 2014. There comes a softening... to this flag when winds go limp and its stiffened form, worn out by wafts of blowhards welcomes that certain silence of common sense, a surviving testament that whines and wails do not prevail. © Kåre Enga [171.Q3] 17 December 2014. There comes a softening... ...to clear skies when clouds move in ...and to the rocky hills when snow descends like dandruff from my balding head bare to all the sky decrees, burning, cold or wet. © Kåre Enga [171.Q4] 18 December 2014. For you short story writers, read "Character is more important than achievement" . Joy has great advice. |