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 |
Look out for rainbows! ![]() ![]() ![]() Let the show begin Cloud-crowds to the west. Folks scatter when drops go splat! August's thunderfest. [179.72c] A Brazilian hiaku maybe? " Haiku, Brazilian" ![]() ![]() Kindergarten fail They try to teach me. I'm not good at tying knots. They cannot reach me. [179.72a] Uncouth Bring me fish-n-chips. I pinch like a Glasgow grinch, but I never tip. [179.73b] © Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [179.72] (25.august.2022) |