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 |
I'm not vegan Cricket flour— to bake some bread. Dried meal worms— for a snack. I crave the juicy honey of an ant. As for the movement of worms—the early bird's still hungry when I'm through. Movement's life... better when fresh... like you. So— when you order your three- layered bean-burger oozing with cheese—add a side of squiggling maggots— for me. © Kåre Enga [176.39] (13.aibreán.2019) For the DeW dRoP iNn prompt "insects". 101.056 |