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 |
Serpents all The Snake River wallows, lonesome, in the deep and narrow gorge it carved, following the focused rush of raindrops ocean bound; but you, O Colombia, you who braved the floods that scoured the plains as mountain ice-dams burst with melting lust, must watch us crouch upon your sinuous banks in four-armed hugs: curling, coiling, trussed. © Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [179.66] (20.august.2022) Notes: adjective: sinuous having many curves and turns. "the river follows a sinuous trail through the forest" Lignende: winding windy serpentine curving twisting meandering snaking snaky zigzag zigzagging turning bending curling coiling undulating tortuous sinuate ogee anfractuous flexuous meandrous serpentiform Motsatt betydning: straight lithe and supple. "the sinuous grace of a cat" Lignende: lithe supple agile graceful loose-limbed limber lissom willowy slinky lithesome Motsatt betydning: clumsy |
In progress to fashion into a poem. When I left yesterday for tomorrow I stopped here along the way. And this is how the dawn/beginning, the noon/zenith, the sunset/fading (that) now defines-me/fashioned-my-clay. Red sketch stretching across the sky/ending-of-the-day the sky-river's ripple headed elsewhere, a nowhere I've never visited but one that beckons me to fly/soar today. As the untraveled/untrammeled path devoid of footsteps begs to guide me. I put one thought before the other and pray. This moment is mine and mine alone, along the lonely bay they say holds my heart gently as time/breath and seconds sway/fade-away. I will enter tomorrow with gladness knowing that it too will become a precious/golden/gold-pressed memory of yesterday. © Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [179.64] (19.august.2022) |