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 |
A dance in peach and puce You make me squint again, as if I'd see you better if I put my glasses on; but, even then, long years ago, I couldn't see you. You shone too bright, your breath too hot, my pulsing heart erratic and about to burst. Better to wait for the Mistress of the Night. Her heart of stone might stay cold but would she burn me? No. Now you start you nightly show. The sky's your stage. I ponder whether I should watch your celestial dance in peach and puce until you pucker and fade. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.163] (23.juni.2021) |