Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
| Craters of Your Moon Like a pimple, becoming pink, then red, pain, discomfort, gathering beneath taut skin, then pop! OMG — the gush, the flood. Then the clean-up to remove all debris, hoping to restore what once was loved; but, in vain, craters remain, stark memory that beneath the placid surface forces rage; and, no matter what, will surely erupt again. © Kåre Enga (12.mars.2025) 8 lines 121.324 views |