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 |
Everytown, Kansas We clean up after storms have waved good-bye, gather sad leavings of twigs and moss, spring's bouquet to place on the grave of our loss. Nothing threatens faith; we've seen this before: sow, tend and harvest; birth, growth and death. Survival matters more than tears or regrets. We repair Ken's shanty, right the outhouse, then count Ben's chickens and our blessings, bury Bob, press lips tight against misgivings. Forgiving Tim's slights that cut like paper, mending Tom's fences that both must share, we congregate at Deb's potluck, ban dispair. Kåre Enga [177.88] (11.juni.2020) For: "The Random Poetry Contest" 16 lines of an unnamed form (if named, unknown to me). 4 quatrains of 10/9/8/3 syllables with an x/a/x/a rhyme scheme. Prompts: spring, repair, threaten |