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 |
Love lies frozen Lips like lichen, rough and grey, Heart, a stone-hard wall, un-giving, Flesh like bleu cheese, soft and rotting. Like puckering plums, best kept cool and dry. Guard your thoughts, this love lies frozen. There's no sell-by date for rat poison. © Kåre Enga [174.62] (29.avril.2017) Title is provisional. |
Penultimate In this breath, the one before the last, before rebirth robs me of my grasp on life, I repeat three little words, as Death's darkness leads me through a tunnel of light, echoes you will hear until we reunite. I ask you to accept this heart-felt gift, to brighten what remains of your life, to guide your way back to me. © Kåre Enga (27.avril.2017) [174.56] Dew Drop prompt: penultimate |