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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 |
Today is Memorial Day here in the US, a federal holiday for remembering and honoring persons who have died while serving in the Armed Forces. How do you honor those who have passed (whether they served in the military or not)? My dad (1916-1999) served in North Africa in WW2. He didn't talk about it much. A poem from March 21, 2004 about my father: Sapeur-télégraphiste He ran the wires behind the lines that in the north of Africa defined hell-fire's divide of us and them. Communication brought no comfort to the front of war, where barren back of brother tangled with the wires, cooled silent in the coffins. He aspired to the signal corps, felt ired when his back was broken, retired to a family life, expired at the age of eighty-two, running out of time and wire beyond the lines dividing us, defining us in life's hell-fire. [161.4] I found it in an old blog entry from March 2, 2006. I'll need to edit it as well as choose a new title. Took an hour to find it. That said... our family did not celebrate war. I still don't. "Make peace not war" was closer to what we believed. In truth, there hasn't been a war on American soil since 1865 except for a couple incidents in the 1940s. Americans do NOT know what it's like to have foreign troops shooting at them or marching down their streets. I've visited Serbia and Kosovo where the US was involved in the 1990s. They knew... and still remembered. Do NOT ask my opinion about saber rattling in the Mid-East to goad Iran into a conflict. As for my community: it was the custom where I grew up to place flags and flowers on the family graves. My flash fiction for the day from the viewpoint of The Cat:
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