Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
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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 L 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 ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop, The Fish |
| Once 'twas a Donkey named Donald who rode us to market like pigs he stepped on the gas said — this is a gas! we're now known as bacon, not pigs! KLE [184.75] (30.april.2026) Poetry form: Lick-my-ass. Yes, could use smoothing out but gasoline is $4.44 today. |
| Unholy Nights Ruby-green like emeralds aflame with the blood-lust of generations unwilling to forgive. Let them bleed until red geraniums turn snow-white, until polar bears swim embraced by tropical nights. Until we destroy each other — let us rejoice! KLE (30.april 2026) [183.74] 7 lines |
| pero a mí no me gusta I don't want to be part of a crowd part of the brainless masses one with the heartless mob Better to be an octopus or a tree deep-rooted one with the ground Better still afloat in the sky asleep on the clouds KLE [183.73] (30.april.2026) |
| Driving in Bangkok go stop go be aware of others the seven directions never hesitate do you want to die yield when necessary for elephants and trains : remember life is cheap skip the party you cannot miss be wary of the rain that old lady... she should know by now — life is cheap KLE [183.71] (29.april.2026) 14 lines |
| Will it hurt Will I merely go to sleep to dream no more ... I want to visit Death He's been waiting patiently ... I must make arrangements first Warn my lawyer-friend Tell my ex-boyfriend ... ... make sure the vultures pick my bones clean Leave nothing but fond memories for the vampires KLE [183.72] (29.april.2026) |
| Tulips at Ridvan Cold winds blow at Ridvan in Montana Rose buds bloom in the Holy Land. give thanks to tulips the promise of renewal in these frigid climes KLE [183.64] (30.april.2026) |
| Moving on… Sweet lips touched as hope sprung eternal. We made plans to build a life together. I went to Thailand. You wanted to go to Mars. We never met up. KLE [183.69] (29.april.2026) |
| We will forget you We will forget you, your salt in the wounds, your hatred dipping from your jowls, Yes, we will forget you — in time. For only love persists, the cosmic glue that binds; but not you, relegated to the garbage heap of time. Yes, you'll be forgotten. And like Ozymandias, reduced to dust. KLE [183.68] (28.april.2026) |
| There's no satisfaction preparing — for war. Only pain, no need to explain. You want to bring on Armageddon — I'll be so happy once you're gone KLE [183.66] (28.april.2026) Disclaimer: I do NOT believe in the "End Times" nor do I desire to bring them on. |