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 |
Net We weave our words in and out, in and out, weft and warp, in and out and end up tangled. We laugh and circle, some go right, some go left, in and out, in and out until we're tangled. We do not care; leaves are green and petals pink; the lawn's been cut; its fragrance fills the air. We laugh until we're tangled, then we laugh some more; the day is done and we have won— until next year. © Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [179.27] (6.juni.2022) 16 lines For May/June 2022 "The Taboo Words Contest ~ On Hiatus" ![]() Prompt: MAYPOLE DANCING taboo words: ribbons, Maypole, dance, children, music |