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 |
Ode to the oriole dreams of a ten-year-old Oh, to have been old instead of young, to have glimpsed you building your swaying nest in an old elm tree before it became ill, before it was felled. All those sunsets aglow behind your silhouette. Now I drink your sunshine every morning in Portugal, an old bird pecking at ripened cherries, a mirage missing the pitch, strike three. Ah, the memories of a ten-year-old... now casting shadows midst dreams. © Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [179.25] (3.juni.2022) |