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 |
Our writers Group on Halloween Pen to paper, Monsters gather to bleed across blank pages, twisted wisps that seep ghostly thoughts, those darksome demons once sought, now vanquished. Adverbs languish between noun-verb-noun, now slash at semi-colons, hide from exclamation marks... dot... dot... dot... gallop towards predetermined dénouements, some quaint surprise, some gruesome plot of poison, vengeance, death by rot; the reason for their treason lurking in warped minds that search to find mistaken jots, then cross them out. © Kåre Enga (31.oktober.2017) [174.286] |