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 |
Contestant Running towards the line in the sand no time at hand to ask whether to cross it, the cost of quitting more than he can cope with today as he lopes but—then to his dismay— stumbles. Words are tossed and pages crumbled, lost to the other side where critics gather the balderdash and quickly decide— it's trash. © Kåre Enga [177.162] (28.juli.2020) (20 lines) irregular line length with rhyme. Prompt: On the subject of time - write about something with a deadline.
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