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 |
"Mary Anthony in Medina" Mary howled words she soon begged to resile, growled them again and now must kneel to lose instead her head. Kåre Enga 19.february.2020 xxaxxxxxxb axxxxxxb xxxc xc 10/8/4/2 which gives a quickening rhythm as rhymes c/c are closer than a/a or b/b. A play on names, history and perhaps a harsh reality for some women today. I guess the rhyme of resile/kneel can be considered a near rhyme if you pronounce resile to rhyme with aisle. As an American I haven't used this word before. It's an old word but not common. |