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 LV COMMENTS! 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 Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop, The Fish |
Caught in my eye Green specks reflect the reality before me; white coats sad memories, fogs the hardening lens What can be seen clearly through my heart matters most, for neither coins nor seconds will buy us more time. I dream of the future, reminisce 'bout the past, only plan for this moment, as long as it lasts. I see green surround me as I swivel my head, hope that the place where I'll lie grows green when I'm dead. © Copyright 2024 Kåre Enga (6.januar.2024) |