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 |
#911. Life is complicated, but I'll make this simple [84]
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#889. But only God can make a tree (Dew Drop Inn #28) [60]
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#887. April's Snow - a ghazal (Dew Drop Inn #27) [54]
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#885. Thrown out of the office (Dew Drop Inn #26) [50]
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#871. Billings and the colors of abstraction (Dew Drop #16) [35]
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#869. What one-hundred dollars buys (Dew Drop Inn #15) [33]
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#819. Tree of Life (João "Os vampiros não vivem em Évora")
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#818. New Cinquains (DJT, Jumping into air, Hunger)
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#815. There come a glistening — to smooth grey stones
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