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 |
Flight of the poet Boulder: too uptight. Colorado now outta-sight, receding in the rear-view mirror. Two-thousand-four... Illinois bound — to lick my wounds. Twenty years ago, I wanted to die — the end of the road came in Kansas. After a lost four years, that I somehow survived, a colder view of life and a pile of poems stuck in a folder. © Copyright 2024 Kåre Enga (7.januar.2024) |