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 |
More "tataki". More need to be edited. Did get over 1.000 though! 1048 Her horse's first / life ends—beetles gather / to lay eggs [351a] 1049 Pork simmers in / lemon spices—patience / is a virtue [351b] 1050 Sun's anger fires / winter's ice—this river / empties itself [351c] 1051 A landscrape of / streams and rivers—the postman's / parking spot melts [351d] 1052 Encourage / lengthening days! Wear shorts / and sandals! [351e] 1053 Under ice—my / two lips wait for warm / winds' release [351f] © Kåre Enga [175.351a-f] (19.march.2019) |