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 |
On a Dark Red Day for Mark Looking up at the ceiling An eclipse of the lamp light my right hand moving left to block out the day I stay back to the bed my future looming above me the glooming of Sunday a lighter shade of Hell that can wait till tomorrow or overmorrow or till when the left hand transverses the pillow to beg the waning of the night to block the waxing of the new day © Kåre Enga [182.] 18.mai.2025 14 lines 123.798 |