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 |
Purr inspired by Martina Lupton Kramer In space no one can hear you purr, Zmitri. On that barren rock, no one hears you cry out in thirst. I mourn your absence and my loneliness. Head towards the daystar. I'll meet you there. Where we embrace we'll find our forever home. © Copyright 2023 Kåre Enga [180.106.zm] (28.august.2023) 8 lines, 44 words. |