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 |
I have been remiss. ( I get involved with other aspects of my life when traveling, even have difficulty keeping up my journal... which I mostly did this time... I have over 7,000 photos of Taiwan to go through and I'm slowly posting them at facebook. So, a poem... ...an erotic vegetable poem... [still untitled] (I need suggestions. The only title I have is 'New Year's day potato" Beyond flaws of thin golden skin that sloughs away from eager fingers still deeper wounds that make you YOU. I move my lips around them as teeth grip willing flesh and suck into my mouth the luck of having met you. With eyes that cannot see my longing, without ears to hear my grateful sighs, no nose to smell the melting pats of butter that ease your starches down my throat, know that you have quenched my needs and fed my deepest hope. Replete, I beg to you, call out my name! ... as if you could without a voice... "O Recipient of My Inner Essence: Enjoy this night's gold-skinned delight." © Kåre Enga [176.1] (21.march.2019) |