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 |
Entered as an item for a contest but no reviews after one year. ** Image ID #1994264 Unavailable ** Silenced Speak with bloody tears when lips, now sealed, cannot part. Once you were shy, hiding behind skirts, silent in the corner, trembling in the closet, safe until you spoke. Then you were hushed. And now you try to speak, liquid leaking from blood-shot eyes, writing across a blank face in a script best understood by sightless scribes. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.247b] (14.oktober.2021) 14 lines for October '21
Key words: #sealed lips, #zippered lips, #blood, #bloodshot eyes, #ichor, #sadness, #tragedy, #silenced , #silent |
Made into an item and submitted to a contest but never got reviewed in almost a year. ** Image ID #1983250 Unavailable ** For you were ancient before you were born Enter the dreams of the waiting crone. Learn her wisdom with each wheezing moan. As woods clothe you against winds that bite, Darkness becomes refuge from fiery light. In her embrace let youthful dreams swim. In her depths let outside worlds dim. Forget whatever gnaws, chews or ails. Cast childhood aside along winding trails. Let go. Do not be bewildered, For you were ancient before you were born. See life renewing itself through the night. Everything will now seem familiar. Seek guidance from the watchful crescent 'fore morn. Reach home by following your own inner light. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.240] (7.oktober.2021) 14 lines. A sonnet (without perfect rhythm) somewhat like: aabbccddefgefg Persepolis Sonnet as in
or aabbccddefgefg (South African quilt) Originally aabbccddeefgfg as in "Life" by John Clare (1793-1864). For
Keys words: #crone, #witch, #moon, #crescent moon, #rebirth, #sonnet, #persepolis sonnet, #aabbccddefgefg, #Darleen, #pagan, #nature, #guidance |