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 |
Clematis, Queen of the Trellis She climbs from year to year, a bud here, a bloom there. It's enough to let her flower, bidding bees enter her bower. But don't be fooled; she's no one's tool. Strangling, frightening, her tendrils tightening. © Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [179.13] (2.april.2022) For
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Napping is for Napoli... when I get there So little time left to hail hello, to bid good-bye, why waste it here in bed, dazzled from dreams snared by nightmares. They insistently whisper lies. Better to get up, go out, do whatever must be done. It's in the doing, not the don't-ing that keeps a life well-spun. © Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [179.12] (2.april.2022) 12 lines free verse. For
Prompt: sleep or insomnia |