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 |
New beginnings I will ease into this new beginning, my mother gone, my brain soon to follow. The roads lead ever on. Only the dead are left behind. And even them... they haunt fresh memories. I'll search cold skies to find which paths now open. So closed for so long, it will not matter. First flight out, come find me in my seat. I'm going somewhere. © Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [179.11] (31.mars.2022) 15 lines free verse. For
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