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 |
(Don't like to leave anything without a title. I be looking for one.) And Day rushes in to clear out the cobwebs with news from another side of Night. Sighs give way to madness, scant joy. What was said, it whispers, you'd love to hear. What was done, you'll never do. Rise up for the Living or lie there. Moan for the dying, O Dead One! Even Night knows it cannot dream without Moonlight. Open up the drapes clutching your heart. Feel the flow, grasp the glow. Grow to meet what awaits you. © Kåre Enga [27.June.2016] 79,812 |