Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
There comes a softening... ...to the mouth when licked by puppies, touched by laughs when a baby can no longer hold the grimace thin, stretched, shut gas must part the lips and round the corners, smile. © Kåre Enga [171.Q1] December 2014. There comes a softening... to sore feet when soaked in slats or merely placed upon a stool massaged by oils and probing fingers warm appendages of a giving heart. © Kåre Enga [171.Q2] December 2014. There comes a softening... to this flag when winds go limp and its stiffened form, worn out by wafts of blowhards welcomes that certain silence of common sense, a surviving testament that whines and wails do not prevail. © Kåre Enga [171.Q3] 17 December 2014. There comes a softening... ...to clear skies when clouds move in ...and to the rocky hills when snow descends like dandruff from my balding head bare to all the sky decrees, burning, cold or wet. © Kåre Enga [171.Q4] 18 December 2014. For you short story writers, read "Character is more important than achievement" . Joy has great advice. 78,721 |