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 |
Unanswered We danced until the twilight faded; we danced until the break of dawn; we tangoed all week on vacation: London Barcelona, Paris, Rome. Now wanting more you call: and the blinking light, unopened mail, my silence, questions all... © Kåre Enga [177.130] (9.juli.2020) (10 lines) A reverse etheree 10...1. Prompt: UNANSWERED (HM ) For:
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Porto He invites us, tattered, torn and pocked, yet offers a glass of port, in languid sybaritic pose. © Kåre Enga [177.128] (9.juli.2020) (14 syllables, free verse, prompt: sybaritic) Photo: looking west down the Rio Douro from the bridge connecting Porto to the right with Vila Nova Gaia. Portugal © Kåre Enga (3.outubro.2017) For:
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