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 |
Prompt: Make the title of your poem one of your favourite songs.
Våren I will plant this tree for others to see to sit in its shade while they caress the sweet blades of grass that cover its roots. They'll have no need to know who put it here as they congratulate the bird that sings by its nest it has hung from a limb. I won't live to see this coming winter, but I've already seen it standing here for hundreds of years. I only need to plant it. © Kåre Enga [177.143] (18.juli.2020) (9 lines) |