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 |
2:22 and thinking of you There is nothing bluer than deep blue over the hurting-eye green of Kansas after spring rains have rinsed prairie dust so we can see clearly past the horizon where Oklahoma red lies a deep shade of rust. But bruises and blue-bonnets bloom then fade under the heat of a relentless sun. No — there's nothing bluer than blue unless it's eye-blue, a color I cannot remember and can't quite forget, once I have fallen into your depths. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.27] Inspired by a poem written by Rhyssa For:
Earlier version: There is nothing bluer than deep blue over the hurting-eye green of Kansas after spring rains have washed away prairie dust so we can see clearly past the horizon where Oklahoma red lies a deep shade of rust. But bruises and blue-bonnets bloom then fade under the heat of a relentless sun. No — there's nothing bluer than blue unless it's eye-blue, a color I cannot remember, and can't quite forget, as soon as I've fallen into your depths. |
Rolling the stone away Yes, I rose this morning — after the three- hour panic attack subsided and I'd slept peacefully knowing that She once dreamt of destroying the world then dreamt better and stilled the waters, opening blinds to let sunshine stream in. Then I rolled out of bed and went to go pee. [178.26] (4.april) An etheree. The prompt was weather but it didn't go that way. It's sunny outside and warming and I've been inside for three days. Today I'll take out the garbage and go hunting for daffodils. For
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