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 |
Come here boy Bring me your luscious chocolate smile and this time stay awhile. Even if you get me wet I promise to throw another stick. So rest here with me for awhile; slobber over me with that smile, patient while I fetch your toy, come here boy. © Kåre Enga [177.142] (17.juli.2020) (8 lines aabbaacc 'bb' not exact rhymes) Daily Poem prompt: photo of a dog swimming. For:
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Fabrications they start as thoughts i cannot itch a niggle that grows then retches ink all over the blank white page © Kåre Enga [177.141] (17.juli.2020) (3 lines, 24 syllables) For
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Perennial in winter shadows it sleeps between cracks in the walk in winter shadows dreams of warmth, the light it once knew in winter shadows, dead to the world, it rests ignored but even winter must surely pass and shadows fade as winter melts it stretches and yawns—and grows one leaf © Kåre Enga [177.140] (16.juli.2020) (5 lines of 13 syllables) 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 For:
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