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 |
At Tussaud's We stood stoic like Julius Caesar carved from wax dressed in bluish grey. Just call us Cesious. © Kåre Enga [177.179] (9.avgust.2020) 24 syllable free verse. Cesious: (sē′zē·əs) adjective [I pronounce as 3 syllables] Pale greenish-blue: also spelled caesious. [L caesius bluish-gray] Also waxy, having a waxy bluish-grey coating. For:
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