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 |
| 79031 In Good Earth — good enough for cotton — brown and green irrigation circles meet at the dusty corner of Main — going east and west — and a farm road going north to nowhere across the flats of horned toads and tumble weed, south to Amherst. One can be Methodist or Baptist — even Catholic — if one prays for rain. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.196] (24.juli.2021) 8 lines free verse For
Later edit with alternative line breaks In Good Earth — good enough for cotton — brown and green irrigation circles meet at the dusty corner of Main — going east and west — and a farm road going north to nowhere across the flats of horned toads and tumble weed, south to Amherst. One can be Methodist or Baptist — even Catholic — as long as one prays for rain. |