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 |
A candle's kiss I would weep for you — if I could — wax melting as vanilla filled the air. I would gladly give my life to show you a way to safety with my flare. So trim my wick! Go find a match! I'm waiting to brighten all your tomorrows with my light. And as I melt away — inhale my fragrance — know how I yearned to warm your nights. © Copyright 2013 Kåre Enga [179.81] (30.september.2022) 12 lines: xxa xxa xxb xxb For September'22 "Personify Writing Contest-CLOSED" ![]() |
L R A E H D E O R Rhode Island red rooster won't share his millet. Woah Alred! Your hen pecked future leads to a frying skillet. © Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [179.80] (7.september.2022) 8 lines for "The Daily Poem" ![]() |
Him-a-cane while wannabe thunder makers hang out north- north-east earl the nekkid swirl ponders his uncertain future © Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [179.76] (4.september.2022) Reference WCW: so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain water beside the white chickens |