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 |
| Arms raised to the skies Encase me in ice until the flow of anguish freezes long enough to make time stand still to savor the shimmer of moonlight, these icicles stroked by sunlight dripping, this fragility of life made manifest — and beautiful. Remember me like this arms raised to the skies, cold and pristine, crisp and clean, and sparkling. © Kåre Enga [177.321] (23.januar.2021) Free verse 16 lines For January 2021 "The Bard's Hall Contest" 104.868 |
| There comes a reckoning... when chocolate disappears to reappear around one's waist — as childhood dissipates — and fat clogs veins. And to the flesh when roads wend uphill — then level off — as age begins to sag. © Kåre Enga [177.320.ED] (23.januar.2021) For:
Prompts: Big and Small, Uphill, Chocolates I started a group of poems in this style circa 2015. "There comes a softening..." |