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 |
Marigold Clematis tried to tangle the sunset with her tendrils. Morning Glory in her wisdom closed shop long ago. Empty lots with their broken ruins testified that all had been lost. But a single marigold in a crack softly said, no. You fled like the sun, hid behind clouds like the moon. Age only comes to those who live long; so, I promised to search till you caressed each wrinkle. Marigold gently whispered, you need to let go. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.224] (6.septembre.2021) for "EXPRESS IT IN EIGHT" |