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 |
| PP#2 "Promptly Poetry Challenge (2025-2026)" Prompt: A time when you waved to a neighbor Once I waved to a neighbor... ... and the ocean between us rippled as fog lifted from repeated dreams and the stippling shades of pewter faded with the harsh light of noon, and I saw you clearly across the fence, that pile of stones dividing mine and yours, heat waving as if the breeze could catch it to blow these thoughts over where you've layed these past ten years. © Kåre Enga (16.juni.2020)[177.98] 9 lines, free verse |