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 |
The dance of autumn leaves The time has come; the body's fed; in a blink the child within has fled yet stares at wrinkles, hides my meds. I'm lost without my memories, that twirl within my head! reside where I can't see! like wisps of fog now shred like shadows of the dead. and so I'm left with these instead: a cozy corner with my tea; a slice of pumpkin pie? Yes, please; the shuffle dance of autumn leaves that swirl around my head that land where I can't see, cold wisps of fog now shred, mere shadows of the dead. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga (29.oktober.2021b) [178.264] For October 2021
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