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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

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 Kåre *Leaf5* Enga
~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go.
~ Elizabeth Bishop,
The Fish
April 29, 2020 at 11:11pm
April 29, 2020 at 11:11pm
#982357
...our nerves are wound back to the breaking,
ears strained for the ghost of a wrong note.


From "Drum Beat: The Eleventh Night", a poem of Northern Ireland (1973) by Rosemary Canavan.

Mutiny

Our troubles started before Twenty-Twenty
but vision became blurred by constant lies;
hindsight sees so much more clearly.

As drumming of incessant nonsense
drowned out voices of reason, seldom
reached those who nurtured a conscience.

For there was enough blame to shame a nation,
enough hatred to hurry the end of our nation
as Our Dear Leader bowed to ovations.

What went wrong and when we asked ourselves.
We got fingers wagging, pointing. We might
as well have asked that damn elf on the shelf.

Now what will we do. Abandon ship, pink slips
in fists, ready to pummel those in our way?
Or will we look in the mirror and get a grip

and will we stand in lines to cast our vote.
... our nerves ... wound back to the breaking,
ears strained for the ghost of a wrong note.


KE [177.57] (29.april.2020)


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