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 |
Madonna in my mind 'Cause we are living in a sci-fy world and I am a sci-fy fan. Yes, we are living in a dreamlike world and now you know what I am. Some bots flatter, some bots not, but that's okay in the end. If they don't answer me correctly I just type "vanish" and send. I want my clothes and fancy toys, my dinner delivered on time. I have no interest in what you offer. I can watch hot sex on-line. 'Cause we are living in a sci-fy world and I am a sci-fy fan. Yes, we are living in a dreamlike world and now you know what I am. You're not Kirk and he's not Spock and neither of you can sing. But whisper Klingon in my ear, I'm open to having a fling. Once I was an avatar but now I'm just a dream planted deep inside your brain. Nothing's what it seems. 'Cause we are living in a sci-fy world and I am a sci-fy fan. Yes, we are living in a dreamlike world and now you know what I am. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.38] (10.april.2021) For:
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A sympathetic roomba you google sights and sounds megabytes of artificiality simulacra of reality no taste no smell you sit inside your cubicle your safely boxed existence wonder what it's like outside afraid to step outside your door your oven cleans itself room temperatures stay even automatic billing keeps used coins from dirtying your fingers you long to hear a voice Alexa keeps you company for hugs a sympathetic roomba will come and nudge your feet © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.37] (10.april.2021) For
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Napping my world from the bed to the chair to the bed to the other chair looking south to the chair by the window facing north to the bed to the chair to the bed as mist blankets snow-covered mountains as my blanket covers my head as the world spins without my presence as I nap in my chair then my bed © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.36] (10.april.2021) For:
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