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 |
Paid for with your arrogance We provide the means, less than you want, yet more than it seems until you forget and then — and then — we deem it's time to remind you. We scarcely complain of unforgiving abuse, the bruises and wounds that remain regardless — until — we cleanse our hands of your stain — and then we bury you. Time erases all thoughts — of the lies you sold and the truth you sought; the way to the stars now forever lost; your graveyard bought, paid for with your arrogance. © Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [179.21] (13.april.2022) 18 lines - axaxax, bxbxbx, cxcxcx. For
April 13—Intersection of nature and civilization… |