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 |
Clerihews A Clerihew is a comic verse consisting of two couplets and a specific rhyming scheme, aabb invented by Edmund Clerihew Bentley (1875-1956) at the age of 16. The poem is about/deals with a person/character within the first rhyme. In most cases, the first line names a person, and the second line ends with something that rhymes with the name of the person. Hail birthday girl Joyce the gentleman's choice who wait for her sighting with each bolt of lightning © Kåre Enga (8.july.2019) [176.137] Will Donald Trump's hair light the New World's Fair or will his torch flame Good America's name © Kåre Enga {8.july.2019) [176.138] Can we bow to Megan Rapinoe who by now we all must surely know bows to no one who can't play at all yet plays alone with smallish balls © Kåre Enga {8.july.2019) [176.139] And here's to dear Melania who deals with egomania by hiding out where Don can't find the inner reaches of his mind © Kåre Enga {8.july.2019) [176.140] When I remember Trump will I think of every chump or will I recognize it was all about his size © Kåre Enga {8.july.2019) [176.141] Allison Goodnight tattoos at midnight on bulging brawn the promise of dawn © Kåre Enga {8.july.2019) [176.142] 102.892 |