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 |
| Till all Time ends what flows where no rain weeps rivers of mossy stones silent in their grief waiting for a drop or two moon-shadows of the bridge above some spare relief for those who gasp beneath where I await my doom to join you on the other side where no tears bloom where pain cannot be felt and where we'll wander tomb to tomb till all Time ends holding hands by moon-light © Kåre Enga [177.305] (9.januar.2021) 8 long mirrored lines 6/18/12/6 6/12/18/6, some rhyme and alliteration. For
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