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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 |
Wish you were here Kev Twenty years ago, arriving with a headache. You finding aspirin for me, hugging me to let me know, I could just be me. We were where we needed to be: two opposites floating on this sea, the green fields of South Carolina, the ripe straw fields of Illinois, an expanse as flat can be. After twenty years, crossing this wilderness with you and twenty more years without you, I still feel the warmth of your hug, kindness of your love. I wish you were here. I wish you were here. After twenty years without you, Kev, still wish you were here. © Kåre Enga [181.42] (21.juli.2024) 19 lines |