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 |
Solo for moon and water On the frozen river bank, a sliver of moon above it adrift, chimes descend like a trance to shimmer the bridge of memory that dances like midges moving to the sway of a drifter that clings to rocks in meditation, sings to transcend the key of D, to free her of this rime that binds as arpeggios climb and lift her high enough to break away from locks that shackle her to this place and time. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [177.370] (16.mars.2021) 12 lines For
Prompts: sway transcend time dance bridge lock key river |