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 |
| This was my draft. Now edited and made a permanent item: "Abdication [108] (lines)" ** Image ID #2223063 Unavailable ** the May Queen is pissed it seems and throws her crown of daisies in the trash she's done with that it's June and time to change her tune no good girl now she scowls and plans devious ploys to fool the boys who think they're men. amen to that! they'll soon know where it's at those poor lost souls whose hearts as dark as coal cannot imagine darker still ready for the thrill to see them beg she lifts a leg to put on boots, festoons herself with lace and skulls; her place could use some new ones. she needs no gun she grabs her sceptre, claps to summons bats now heady: the moon is full she feels its pull she's ready. © Kåre Enga [177.108] (28.june.2020) 30 lines For:
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