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 |
Dull knife of a long life I can't die young; 4 that bridge to immortality 8 was crossed so long ago, that when I look back, 11 the beginning's shrouded, 6 by what's been long forgotten, faded 9 memories of what never was, 7 fog that seldom lifts. 5 [50s] The sharp knife of youth has lost its edge, 9 no longer cleanly cuts, 6 no longer severs what ought to be let go to have been abandoned, 13 bruises and the bruises fester; 8 better to have lived fast and died young. 9 [total 45s] I was never wild, 5 never lived life to its fullest utmost, 8 never learned to loveembrace the precipice, 10 that mortal edge; instead, 6 I've endured the dull knife of a long life 10 as each choice came with its own price. 8 When will I learn to let go. 7 [total 54s] © Kåre Enga (15.oktober.2024) 19 lines Inspired by Lyn and |