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 |
Fifty years later her wrinkles still laugh A kerfuffle would break out each time she drove up bedazzled from chasing moonbeams and neon lights on nights filled with scuffles o'er who'd sit beside her, recite flowery nonsense that she'd yawned at before. She always seemed to relish in their silliness that followed her and her new '66 Sunbeam, glinting racing green, making faces as she grinned at rumpled reflections in its smooth polished paint. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.6] (25.mars.2021) for
8 alexandrine lines (some rhythm, rhyme, alliteration) Shakespearean prompts: bedazzled / moonbeam / scuffle / silliness / flowery / dwindle |