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 |
Water Glistening you slid over shoulders slipped between fingers and toes soothed the sunburn that smoldered dripped from the tip of her nose. You mirrored her face in cold puddles, tinkled from high waterfalls, cleansed her thoughts that were muddled, gave her her Life above all. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.167] (26.juni.2021) For
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Strawberry moonlight Moments before you burst out in flames, spread your dying embers across the mountains and plains, I sit in vigil waiting for the clouds to be aroused by your Midas touch, wait knowing it's been years since I've touched you — once. Slowly the topaz reaches out to the one I love, slowly gold rays follow, and now rubies hang their ornaments as amethyst stretches west to east, where now you sleep. Look up! Look up to receive the message I send by Strawberry moonlight. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.165] (25.juni.2021) |