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 |
An empty box He would leave you oral memories a time long passed that only he remembers when a child collected dandelions and dug up plants to move them to his garden. Not all histories are best recorded. Words of those deemed lesser lay forgotten. Not all truths are passed on down. What remains is but a palimpsest you'll write upon. He would help you forget the troubled times by burning all that once was his. He would take you by the hand to view the ruins. In the cracks, behold how life hung on. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.223] (5.septembre.2021) For "Promptly Poetry Challenge (2023-2024)" PC prompt: Remember 'time capsules'? Write a poem about what you'd put in one if you were to create one today. Line Count: minimum of 12 |