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 |
But in the end, a passing thing The sky remained empty beyond the crescent moons as blue shadows passed between us, as years of nothingness froze over. All life now hung in balance in crevices it had sought as you held me closer, as if hugs would somehow warm me until the globe came back, that glow above the edge of mystery, as song filled the emptiness, as I awakened in your arms, still wrapped. The moons began to fade forsaking shadows they once had cast as basking in first light we whispered, for even darkness must surely pass. © Kåre Enga [177.183.zm] (16.juli redigert 12.avgust.2020) (16 lines unrhymed) Prompt: Use the following quote to inspire you however you wish: “But in the end it’s only a passing thing, this shadow; even darkness must pass.” - Samwise Gamgee |