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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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Along Route 56 in Southwest Kansas, July 2004.
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 Kåre *Leaf5* Enga
~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go.
~ Elizabeth Bishop,
The Fish
April 17, 2020 at 8:15pm
April 17, 2020 at 8:15pm
#981349
Dreams by day, mares by night

Dreams by day, mares by night;
demons wait till lids shut tight
like a driver asleep at the wheel.
They squeal in delight to dump
whatever horror I need to relive
over and over and over again.

You're there somewhere
hidden by others, but sensed,
none-the-less, and silent.
I seek you in life's labyrinth
as walls shift to block my way.
I need to hear your voice.

But others shout in my ear and I can
only hear my heartbeat every time
they scream; No, it's not daylight's
dreams I fear when demonic mares
gather each sunset and softly neigh.
Go away, I answer, unable to stay awake.

KE [177.38] (17.aprille.2020)

Note: For years, I had recurring nightmares searching for a friend I could not find. They have thankfully dissipated over time.

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