Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
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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 |
| Ennui Fog settles into the folds as mountains embrace me. Tendrils grasp legs and wrists. No need to struggle. Cold battles warmth: nothing will ever matter. Under an uncaring cloak I slumber... eyelids too heavy, arms limp spaghetti, legs numbing to another grey day. Dreams of running through fields fade to pools of langour, mist rising mollifying each sound, removing all color from sight. © Kåre Enga [25.august.2016 added 28.08] |