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 |
| Is this a haiku? A Japanese haiku? No. An American haiku? Maybe. One cherry blossom settles on a toddler's nose: first tears now giggles. © Kåre Enga [177.224] (12.oktober.2020) My use of symbols: Seasons: or something similar and natural: May denote a season... A calendar symbol (tend to be abstract) seldom based on nature: Natural but not seasonal: |
Minimalist I'm not a sonnet —too many syl- lables, they clutter. I'm the progeny of Diogenes. © Kåre Enga [177.225] (11.september.2020) 24: 5/4/5 5/5 Note: Diogenes (the cynic) is 4 syllables. For:
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