Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
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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 |
| Hidden in the closet there's a door to dreams Calm dreams fade with gathering twilight, nightmares invade his body's chaos, poking at pus as gusts grow colder. Slam shut the door to remembrance! Not every window needs to be transparent. Opaqueness protects the fragile seedling seeking strength to brave the storm once the door to danger opens. He sits and count the minutes, afraid to leave too soon, too late. The say life's best lived in sunlight, but for him, hidden in the closet, there's a door to dreams KE [177.30] (12.april.2020) 104,073 |