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 |
"Live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air." ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson "If you're offered a seat on a rocket ship, don't ask what seat! Just get on." ~ Sheryl Sandberg Save me a seat He swims frigid sunshine — golden rays on his golden head, his wings black against a purple sky, this moment that will not last. Surfing photons beyond this Galaxy's edge, she haunts the cold of the Universe's hedge against Humanity's spread — before the blast. Father — Mother — All who fly through seas, that seek to soar through oxblood moonlight. © Kåre Enga [177.347] (15.februar.2021) 8 long lines of 9-11 syllables. for:
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Sketchbook I limn those moments we spent together: your face — your voice as blank as this page, scant as ink that fades. KE [346] For "Invalid Item" |