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Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation.
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L'aura del campo


'é a lua, é a lua, na quintana dos mortos'
♣ Federico García Lorca ♣


Higgins Street Bridge, April 25th  2009, Missoula, Montana


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.

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IN MEMORIUM

VerySara

passed away November 12, 2005

Please visit her port to read her poems and her writings.
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Taken in the Spring of 2004, the fountain is framed by redbud. Emporia, Kansas
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 Kåre *Leaf5* Enga
~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go.
~ Elizabeth Bishop,
The Fish
April 10, 2020 at 7:36pm
April 10, 2020 at 7:36pm
#980725
[as flesh sloughs off these blenching bones]

as flesh sloughs off these blenching bones,
you fill the hours of my longing
abandoned, I will die alone

for I am made of dirt and stone
and naught can right these worldly wrongs
once flesh sloughs off these blenching bones

what friends could not accept, condone
I spoke to swaying gath'ring throngs
yet now abandoned, die alone

where bitter winds have come and blown
away the breath of once belonging
flesh sloughs off these blenching bones

and only you are left to moan,
one fading note, one last torch song
but now I leave to die alone

your fingers can no longer roam
my face, embrace and heal with songs
as flesh sloughs off these blenching bones
abandoned, I will die alone

KE [177.26] (10.abril.2020)

A variation of a villanelle: 1b2 ab1 ab2 ab1 ab2 ab12

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