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 |
"Gynaecologist" A trenchant voice sliced through the train, "Baby Killer!", the self-righteous safe on one side, you on the left. K.E (27.february.2020) Prompt: trenchant (keen, sharp, cutting). No particular poetic device. Purposeful word choice. righteous/left can have double meanings; trenchant/sliced along with the title "gynaecologist" and accusation "baby killer" make a clear statement as to what is transpiring. |