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 |
Summer's storm Summer stands there frozen against the scudding clouds the storm crashing through her as tall waves pound the shore she resists temptation to go inside and thaw this her power—to withstand it all—a beacon of hope to the stranded weary of winter's pall; she stands fast before the fury like a lighthouse dug down to life's bedrock, sand sifting over toes, a lone seagull circles her thoughts swirling to gusts. There's nowhere like Gitchigami: spring, summer, winter, fall. © Kåre Enga [177.177] (8.8.2020) (9 alexandrine lines - 12 syllables) prompts: lighthouse, hope, seagull, waves, sand, power, crashing, clouds Note: Gitchigami "great sea" is the Ojibwe name for the lake the French called le lac supérieur known in English as Lake Superior. "Superior" would work instead of Gitchigami but I'm torn as to which to use. For:
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Age does not become you your voice becoming mime faint wind that never chimes your face ... a paradigm that shifts, then's lost to time © Kåre Enga [177.178] (7.avgust.2020) (4 lines: 6/6/6/6, aaaa) prompt: paradigm For:
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