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 |
| On the Sunset Viewing Bridge You scorched us, now you try to make up, all kissy kissy in a blaze of color. You lip the clouds as orange ripples turn red with delight. Cameras record the sight as we bat away the bugs. On the sunset viewing bridge we wait for you to bid good night. We wait and watch and wait. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.161] (23.juni.2021) |