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 |
Well-worn copper Lincoln never visited Denver, a mob-ruled town where "a man's life is of no more worth than a dog's". Now I gaze at his worn face minted in 1999, stamped with a D. But not D for Dad who died in 1999 when this coin was a shiny copper. And not dust as surely both now are, as surely as I will be some day. How can a penny be worth so little when once as a child I counted every one. © Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [179.43] (6.juli.2022) 10 lines * Quote is from William Hepworth Dixon May enter into "Shadows and Light Poetry Contest" ![]() |