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 |
I like my friends to come with warnings They entice: not with jewels, jiggles, the flaunting of gems, but with garlic on bated breath, dirt under broken nails. No diamond is better than rhinestones in this rough tough world of fake perfume. I want the truth, the warning, the back-off-or-die! I want to know they want ME, not just my gothic finery. © Kåre Enga [177.145] (19.juli.2020) (6 lines) Prompt: Use the following 3 words in your poem: - Perfume - Warning - Diamond For:
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Monday night out she blithely wrestles with her prey while they writhe across the pitch-black sky—mute—like a drunken comet © Kåre Enga [177.144] (20.juli.2020) Prompt: writhe 24σ, 3 lines, 8/8/8 note: owls, vampires, politicians ... For:
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