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 |
Lisbon, April 25th Back then red carnations stuffed rifles staunched wounds, carnelian blood not shed. Today, we march; we show our many colors. Our hope blooms forever carnation red. Kåre Enga (18.abril.2017) [38] Anniversary of the Carnation Revolution, Portugal, April 25, 1974. Dew Drop Inn prompt: holiday. |
Middle of nowhere Don't "something" me. I want names, details, a target to shoot at, What gives me life, not Dead things. Don't "somewhere" me. Make it here; make it now! Make it there... Even later is better than never. Something, somewhere gives me nothing, leaves me in the middle of nowhere. © Kåre Enga (18.april.2017) [174.37] |
Green ink I write in Spring's green ink as tulips bloom and lilacs burst. I'm dying. Today, I draw your heart in autumn-red. I'm taking it with me, sorry. I leave you January's sparkle and July's glory and all that's warmed the winters within me. © Kåre Enga (18.april.2017) [174.36] |