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 |
| After the break-up Eyes lidded with bright blue mascara, cheeks caked with whitening creme, cold stares meant to put me in my place, nightmares banished by warm wet-dreams. Small vestibules never bother me; bigger is seldom better. It was the yellow door that opened, the smile that let me forget her. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga, [178.114] (4.juni.2021) Prompt: an image of a small house with blue/white awnings and a bright yellow door. 8 lines. 9/7/9/8 9/7/9/8 xaxa xbxb For
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