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 |
Celestial bodies Hold on to me like a kite; don't let me go. Let us be like Pluto and Charon facing each other, caught in a tidal embrace, winking in and out of other's definitions but never ours. Don't redefine me. Wrap around my celestial body. Know our orbit's forever ours. © Kåre Enga [176.29] (7.abril.2019) Maybe I should dedicate this to Barbara Marie Kerley who died the day I wrote this. I met Barbara here at WDC. On facebook, I posted a video of her singing "I've got you babe' with Kerry. It does seem to apply... 100.909 |