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 |
Peace until the rise of dawn1 A solivagant2 seeks a night3 better than one thousand months —finding peace on soft hay— sleeps till dawn. © Kåre Enga [177.116] (2.juli.2020) For:
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Comforting Sophie I can't leave her side; Sophie's my eyes; "Eternal Night" they call me. She whimpers and snuggles; that's all I can do. Her ears must hurt more than mine. Year after year, the same celebration, every July until she died. She's deaf now, stuffed with cotton filling; when I cannot sleep she comforts me. © Kåre Enga [177.113] (31.juli.2020) (16 lines) FIREWORK DISPLAY taboo words: fireworks sparklers crackles bangs bright or any derivatives of these words. For:
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Once upon a time in Ontario There once was an asshole from Guelph who hid behind books on the shelf who would jump out to frighten the librarian from Brighton who blamelessly pissed on himself. Till one day some fine fellow elves, who highly respected themselves, decided this was tragic so they stripped him of magic and now he's an elf on a shelf. © Kåre Enga [177.112] (7.juni.2020) (10 lines, limerick) Prompt: elves For:
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