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 |
de Sade lives! Smearing gothic s*** on Life's prison-walls, breaking shackles of rhythm and rhyme, we embrace darkness. © Kåre Enga [177.184] (13.avgust.2020) 24: 5/5/4/5/5 gothic Note: imagery is based on the movie Quills (2000) which is fictionalized, to say it nicely, according to historians. For
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From the grave, a voice Your sealed book, your empty chants. What fate now wracks the silence of your past, revealed by the unrest of those unloved whose offspring are MY children who once unheard have finally conquered those reeking alleys of graffiti in these ruins of your dirty cities on what was once my land. I waste no tears for what you've lost, for what returns to me at last. © Kåre Enga [177.237] (28.september.2020) 10 lines free verse with some rhythm, rhyme and repetition. For:
Prompt words (8): unheard sealed chants fate graffiti cities silence unrest. |