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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 |
Jacques in his pulpit In your negritude, black embraced, embellished with streaks of emerald, ivory, aquamarine and rose, full-throated cry to survive the bogs, those dark places of oppression, relegated to flies and gators. Shadow-nurtured, arising from dark rich earth, come here, come here, to the unquenched hunger of the swamp. Come here. I too am hungry. © Kåre Enga 2024 (9.august.2024) 15 lines, free verse. Based on painting by George O'Keefe, "Jack-in-the-pulpit" |