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 |
Alien in Aisle Eleven! I watched clouds come in from the east a ROILing mess of grey and black — water and anger. I sat there as if to BROIL was my ticket to hell, like beef or beets, steamed like prawns or frogs. You RECOIL at my reddened face, my peeling arms, my pimples; yet, sit there in nothing but your banana bikini. I've seen better in Aisle Eleven. © Copyright 2023 Kåre Enga [180.75] (30.juli.2023) |