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 |
Time to move on And this is where you were born, a place of deep snows and deeper secrets, a cocoon that guarded your trust until squeezed out leaving only a husk. And this is the place you fled to wide open grasslands and welcoming arms where sunshine cleansed dark corners of webs, those places you tried to keep to yourself. And then you left... returned to the confines of childhood closets, stuck in an attic of old memories and ghosts the past a trap at every footfall a place where traumas never gave up Once more you fled to a place of odd melodies, old hills that sang with a twang and the soft mutter of crayfish, the flutter of scissor tailed flycatchers catching your eye And now you live in a place where grizzlies yodel between mountains and snow melts to impregnate a river each spring where winter's but a ghastly pall where after the scorch of summer smoke chokes lungs come fall. And you dream of a place with open prairie and open hearts where green hurts the eyes where blackbirds squawk and elderberries ripen in ditches, where bells ring out and choirs sing in four part harmony beckoning you home. Know that you know what place you need to be. Know that here isn't that place. It's time to move on. © Kåre Enga [176.19] (3.avril.2019) For the Dew Drop Inn prompt: place. |