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 |
Anatomy of a pochette Was it how you worked the leather, when suede pieces sewed together, a brown strap became a tether, caressing your heart. The one you guard inside your chest, the one you seldom share nor test, the one I love more than the rest, kept at a distance. © Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [179.50] (27.juli.2022) 8 lines; rhyme aaax; 8/8/8/x; ovi, a Marathi poetic metre. Pochette: wallet, handbag. Prompt: structure For "EXPRESS IT IN EIGHT " ![]() |