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Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
Nope... not going to bother watching it! I had a Second Wind reading today canceled by Da Game. ![]() ![]() Oh woe upon woe! ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() It has been nice to find tons of folks on FB, but I really can't give in to FarmVille. BlogVille takes up so much of my time, I have none to spare. One note: those FB posts can only be super-short (not a very generous character limit), so they are perfect for a two-second snippet of one's day, but nothing more. I will do "images" and photos or haiku/cinquains/quatrains. Patricia has the right idea about postcard poetry by-the-way. Enough of you are good at photography and/or poetry to do it by yourself or in combination with someone. I strongly recommend sitting with that thought. ![]() "Lipstick" ![]() ![]() 1 It hurts my eyes, this green-on-green, moss and shamrock, glistening gorse, the soaked lime trees. Will I turn emerald with my final breath beneath the blooming fields inviting bees? 2 Pale bones of this land, the stones I will be buried under. In the dark passages of earthen mounds I will seek atonement with the light. 3 Final chapter of the wee-folks rainbow, life-warming globe that descends from blue-sky. On this emerald day, till star-strewn night, see my motto engraved in green, gold and silver: "I am bold". I have engaged the fight. © Kåre Enga [166.350] 2010-02-04 ![]() Simply: I was sitting in Celtic Connection and the Irish flag inspired me. I edited it today and we'll see whether it goes anywhere from here... Montana: dreary, damp, typical day in Miss A. Lou, 34º. 59,171 |