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 |
In a field of sunflowers He stares speechless, oblivious to all, overcome by your bounteous beauty, your righteous weeds. © Kåre Enga (8.january.2020) 4/6/4/6/4/ No rhythm, no rhyme, no alliteration. The three long words share a common unstressed last syllable, more an echo than a rhyme. Also: a juxtaposition of two people: the admirer and the admired. The title gives a humble, perhaps MidWestern. Note: weeds: a black garment (dress) worn by a widow as a sign of mourning righteous: 1. (of a person or conduct) morally right or justifiable; virtuous. "feelings of righteous indignation about pay and conditions" 2. INFORMAL•US very good; excellent. "righteous bread pudding" 103.556 |