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 |
Weather or not Weather or not you believe in change I bring it with the slant of seasons, the slow movement of mist over cold waters, what cannot be contained released in rain. Never turn your back on me as if you can discern my next bold move. Be prepared; do not be fooled. I am the ruler. I cannot be ruled. © Kåre Enga [171.251] (17.oktober.2021) For: "EXPRESS IT IN EIGHT " ![]() |
Continental Drift Riding waves through cracks of Time, we drift to our opposite corners then crash into the Immovable, raising the Alps and Himalayas as fortold, the orogeny of old worn by unrelenting winds and water, crumble, return to the uncaring ocean lapping the slopes of Appalachia. © Kåre Enga [178.250] (17.oktober.2021) For: "EXPRESS IT IN EIGHT " ![]() |
THE MID-ATLANTIC RIDGE Scar tissue Only in Iceland do I show my true colors: dark, mischievous and too hot to handle. No one sees each miniscule movement of magma, as I divide you from yourself, widening waters, isolating what cannot swim the seas, Africa, America divorced down the middle, Latter Day Vikings riding the ridge, conquering both. © Kåre Enga [178.249] (17.oktober.2021) For: "EXPRESS IT IN EIGHT " ![]() Former title: Imperium of the Inner Core |
Don't take me for granite I'm basalt don't take me for granite and don't leak silicon tears of quartz and muscovite. I don't speak Russian. At my heart I'm dark and dangerous. be careful walking the Giant's Causeway climbing the columns of Devils Tower. On the Moon I remain unmoveable. © Kåre Enga [178.248] (17.oktober.2021) For: "EXPRESS IT IN EIGHT " ![]() |