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 |
Snowbound Dripdripdrip and the silence deepened as a snowdrift deepens at the base of a wave: blue light at the curl dripdrip and the snugness of being encased in ice no wind no sight fear at the coming melt drip then silence waiting—waiting—waiting for even the movement of water gave us hope for life but the silence silence silence drained all color from our voice and in the void the dreadful sound of silence sang the tune of our tomb © Kåre Enga [20.januar.2017] |