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 |
Emerald treasure Crimson blushes in pink or white florets, plucked for their vernal fragrance as children search through fresh mown grass for four fingers attached to a petiole. How hard to stoop these days, and not fall over, smacked by wet cold ground. Oh, to be able to get up in a single bound, knees stained with wealth and happiness, as nimble fingers twirl in admiration at Fate grasped with one hand. © Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [179.6] (29.march.2022) 12 lines For
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