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 |
Whose lips are these? Never chide the Child of the Chives Nor bother busy bees. The sweetest honey drips from lips and hives... © Kåre Enga [177.231] (22.september.2020) 24: 8/6/10 alliteration and rhyme with the title providing the "last line". "the child or the chives" also works. "Child of the Chives" might echo "Children of the Corn". Might work well with the right photo. For:
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