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 |
Explaining 1969 And that’s the way we did it back then, the way we did it way back when when boys were boys and men were men and wars would choose the victors. Our mothers would weep and girls would cry all that weeping, all those sighs as some would return and some would die and wars would choose the victors. Yes, war would sort the grain from the chaff ground the grain and burn the chaff. Yet still you ask me, "how can you laugh?" But that’s the way we did it back then. © Kåre Enga [177.10] (29.mars.2020) Note to self: aaxax rhyme, bluesy. 104,004 |