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 L ![]() ![]() 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 ![]() ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop, The Fish |
Are you happy when I'm sappy? Roses bled red and violets wept too Until the day that I met you. And now the sun beams whenever you talk. Now flowers bloom wherever you walk. © Kåre Enga (20.april.2025) [182.30] |
Dear Frank Dear Frank, Remember our adventures! How I tamed your wrath, how your fire roared, burning all that stood in it's path. I rode you into combat as blood splattered and gushed, then we fought until battles were won and foes hushed. We laughed together as waterfalls splashed! And watched dying embers glow beneath ash. But dragons are dragons, must be true to their kind. Tales seldom end happily. I truly don't mind. Still, dear friend, I wish we could chat like we did. I'm lonely, it's quiet inside my own head. © Kåre Enga (20.april.2025) [182.29] 10 lines "A quiet poem..." |