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 |
Breakfast's at Eight Spill beans into a bowl, then let them soak. Wash the rice, remove the stones. Chop cilantro, carrots, onions, peppers, add a yolk. Cook when daybreak dawns. Don't eat alone. Invite your family, friends and folk. Puts flesh on bones. Kåre Enga [180.38] (19.mai.2023) |
Elegy in sepia Gone, all gone to the gutless and greedy, no need to reach out to the wandering sky once roots are wrenched from paradise. Even the color, reduced to stark black and white, now fades to sepia. Kåre Enga [180.37] (19.mai.2023) |