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 |
There comes a lean and hungry look There comes a lean and hungry look... ...to those who roam among the empty aisles in search of meaning or something to inspire them ...as what was once their youth becomes a cratered landscape of abandoned dreams and cast-off plans. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.245] (14.oktober.2021) Submitted to Express it in Eight There comes a softening — to the breath There comes a softening... ...to the breath when the neck is kneeled upon and the pressed into the earth by a burly man in blue. ...and to the witnesses of "No Lives Matter" perplexed that 'there, but for the Grace of God' they could be next. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.243] (14.oktober.2021) |