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 |
A prosy pot of poseys And there among the pottery, the broken earthenware a crockery fit to line the bottom of a palm tree pot that in the conservatory among the snobbery subjugates the jugs that hold the bleeding hearts that moan beyond true mockery we try to help as naughtily arrives the frozen daughter of Count Daughtery the Icy-maiden Valerie the Valkyrie-of-kill-all-hope herself. KE [177.32] (13.april.2020) |