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 |
Delta to participate We were mere droplets brought together in clouds that shrouded mountains. We fell from grace, gaining speed in rivulets that joined to cascade in waterfalls and rapids. We became complacent as land flattened out and we meandered as if there were no tomorrow. Now we have entered the delta spread apart by time and distance searching for each other. Soon our journey will be over united again by the seashore perhaps to rejoin the clouds. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.77] (5.mai.2021) 17 line free verse. Note: 'delta' means 'participate' in Norwegian. Inspired by
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