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 |
Under a bluebird sky It was Monday the 10th and time to get up, pour the coffee, put on clothes to buy some groceries, head off to school, or go to work, a warm and sticky day, a stormy evening, a hurricane dodged. It was almost autumn as the skies cleared up and temperatures dropped. It was Tuesday the 11th and time to get up, pour the coffee, put on clothes to buy some groceries head off to school, or go to work on a tranquil morning under a bluebird sky, a beautiful day had begun. © Kåre Enga 2021 [178.226] (10.september.2021) 23 lines For: "Promptly Poetry Challenge (2023-2024)" PPC#14: TIME Write a poem inspired by time. Seconds, minutes, hours, etc. Or even its value, wasting time, buying time, etc. 2001 [September 10th]: It was a warm and sticky day (the dew point rose into the low 70s), the warmest day of the month (high/low of 86°/68°), but then a passing cold front produced thunderstorms in the late afternoon and evening. The evening thunderstorm dumped 0.57" of rain between 8:15-8:45 PM. Skies cleared afterward, setting the stage for a beautiful day tomorrow. views: 105.642 |