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 |
Dappled Day Dawning \\\\\\\The||frisky////breeze||played| |with//the|leaves//leaving\\patterns of///dark-green|||and///green-gold ||sprinkled///across||||////||the//////// ////lawn//////// ![]() ||sapling//joined//\\in||swaying///// ||in//a//////dance/// ![]() //sat//there/mesmerized/entranced, \\a\\\chameleon,\\changing//colors —from—/////||\\\\\this||||to||||that\\\\\. © 2022 Kåre Enga [178.369] (17.februar.2022) For
Dappled Day Dawning The frisky breeze played with the leaves leaving patterns of dark-green and green-gold sprinkled across the lawn. The young sapling joined in swaying in a dance. And me? I sat there mesmerized, entranced a chameleon changing colors —from— this to that. © 2022 Kåre Enga [178.369] (17.februar.2022) |
Beggar's Song We gather together to ask our lord's blessing, to beg for a handout, a rub or a crumb. We'll wait here forever. We've nothing else planned. Just open the window please, number one man. © Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [178.368] (16.februar.2022) For February 16
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