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 |
Moody Tuesday... afternoon? O Cold White Rain that blocks these mountains from our sight— was April a mere illusion. © Kåre Enga [176.34] (9.april.2019) For the Dew Drop Inn prompt: water. 101.029 |
In a world where Aquarius becomes Aquaman and Pisces becomes Pikeface: Fight of the Zodiacs "Aquaman begged to blow the world away if Pikeface wouldn't give him a blow-job. But... jaundiced Pikey... prayed to the Heavens and gave him a golden shower instead. The Greeks danced in the vernal rain." That would be my essay for the End Times of Marvel. But it wouldn't be poetry. There once was fish-face named Pike-guard who dared the Aquarian blowhard to sit for a shower for only an hour but piss isn't gold in a junkyard. So. much. for. that. Pikey: "rain, rain, come out to play." Aquaman: "stop pissing on me!" This dispute went on for some time. It became know as the Age of Aquarius. A windy wet Age it was! So juvenile... But boys grow up, leave behind their toys. And no one dared mention any of this at their wedding. © Kåre Enga [176.33] (9.april.2019) |