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 |
Sky clock Someone once lived here seeking water where there was only dust, and fed themselves by the sweat of their labor and the crap shoot of luck. Then rains stopped or the children grew up and gold returned to rust; but, the windmill kept recording the seasons of what is and was once. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.78] (6.mai.2021] ekphrastic 8 lines 9/6/11/6 For
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