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 |
Old saints say... I never asked, "When will I die." I've often wondered, "How shall will I live." I never questioned, "Why do I cry." I often offered, "What can I give." © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.53] (21.april.2021) For
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Of Nature I hold on to all that matters, feel the joy, the pain. Take what comes as this Age passes, welcome snow and rain. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.52] (21.april.2021) For:
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Bittersweet I wind around you for support a gentle grasping meant to catch the sunlight, stretching ever upwards to bloom, set fruit for birds that come once winter makes them desperate. Next spring I'll twine around your form that I adored, that I have choked, that lifeless still provides support. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.51] (20.april.2021) For
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