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 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 |
It sleets for thee I think that I shall never hear this poem that I hold most dear or see the raven in a tree, that caws, "if not for them... for thee". And shall I dare repeat, repeat: tomorrow's forecast rains sleet? And do eyes blear before High Tea, like Frost's, forever rest-in-sleep. © Copyright 2023 Kåre Enga [179.137] (27.januar.2023) aa, bb, cc with abc in the last stanza similar to a sestina. ![]() Earlier version: It sleets for thee I think that I shall never hear a poem that I hold most dear or see the raven in a tree, that caws, "if not for thee... for thee". And shall I dare repeat, repeat: tomorrow's forecast rains sleet? Do mine eyes blear before High Tea, like Frost's, forever rest-in-sleep. © Copyright 2023 Kåre Enga [179.136] (27.januar.2023) |