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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 |
Craters of Your Moon Like a pimple, becoming pink, then red, pain, discomfort, gathering beneath taut skin, then pop! OMG — the gush, the flood. Then the clean-up to remove all debris, hoping to restore what once was loved; but, in vain, craters remain, stark memory that beneath the placid surface forces rage; and, no matter what, will surely erupt again. © Kåre Enga (12.mars.2025) 8 lines 121.324 views |