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 |
Fields of dreams We stand laughing in a quiet field of dandelion clocks while time ticks forward beneath the cross but stands still here in formal photographs of white and black. © Kåre Enga [177.334] (5.februar.2021) Field of Dreams - 1989 Based on picture taken in Lithuania, Spring 2016. https://www.facebook.com/photo?fbid=1157941980907091&set=a.1149733691727920 For
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[there came a dappling ...] to the moment; sun and shadow playing games, and to the sapling beneath the maple — stretching towards that patch of light that moved each day. © Kåre Enga [177.333] (5.februar.2021) for "EXPRESS IT IN EIGHT" |