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 |
But only God can make a tree Before the blight killed them all, the mighty elm with arms outstretched vaulted cathedrals above her avenues Spring-covered with masses of winged seeds and hanging baskets of orange orioles in the cooling shade of Summer, the golden shade of autumn's light, last color fading from our sight, November's lingering whispers in it's hair strong branches almost bare. No fairer tree grew in all our realm, soaring above us with arms outstretched than the cathedrals of the mighty elm. © Kåre Enga (28.april.2017) [174.60] 80.838 |
If I am to live "If it was to be life, it would be passion", Leanne O'Sullivan If I am to live, it must be with passion. These shadows must find other places to hide and the frightened child must leave the womb of denial as stone numbness of ache and pain washes away by flows of lava or water. What dark tomb awaits, must wait a while longer. Till passion plays out. Till shadows return, humbled. Till this lonely child rejoices in the dance of Life. If I am to live, let me embrace the light; at death, let me be joyful to embrace the coming night. © Kåre Enga (27.avril.2017) [174.57] Note: Quote from "I live", a poem of Leanne O'Sullivan of Ireland. |