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 |
Yes, I know this is gruesome. Night seizures I fade, my brain oozing beside your car. It's as detached from my body as my heart once beat, pickled in a jar. Eyes now glaze over; ears no longer care. Yes, you spoke with extreme malice and the honest truth I could never bear. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.113] (3.juni.2021) 8 lines 10/8/5/5 axxa-bxxb For
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