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 |
Smoke got in our eyes One blink and you're gone. Flag limp — no confetti sprinkled across an empty sky, just a peachy glow warming my face. Just so you know — I'll miss you. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.185.s] (9.juli.2021) Note: the glow was due to smoke, probably from Idaho. A serenade at sunset for
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Smoke got in our eyes One blink and you're gone. Flag limp, no confetti sprinkled across an empty sky, just a peachy glow warming my face. Just so you know — I'll miss you. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.185.s] (9.juli.2021) Note: the glow was due to smoke, probably from Idaho. A serenade at sunset for
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