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 |
On Naw Ruz In the balance twice per year a bright yellow star waxes or wanes but on that edge in this liminal space between our lips we wonder how many more are left as autumn fades; yet — come the month of March hope blooms along old twigs as buds that braved the dark and chill beg for those syrupy flows that burst into flowers, caress our lips with kisses, fewer each year; but, still — until the pith of self has rotted away we sway to glad tidings of one more day among the grateful. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.15] (29.mars.2021) 20 lines free verse Naw Ruz = new day = renewal: observed culturally on the spring equinox throughout Old Persia and religiously by Baha'is and Zoroastrians around the world. For
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The flavor of sunshine no sugar needed in my coffee cream enough to lighten this day of errant sunrays pouring in through window panes of this cooped up haven from pain where now bewitched I savor a tuna sandwich and inhale the flavor of sunshine © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.13] I was drinking coffee with my tuna sandwich; sun wasn't in the forecast.
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