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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 |
On a green day Today's a green day but humpbacks don't care. The week will go along as usual: orange, blue, purple, red, yellow, pink then green again and again. And — when will it end? In black or white, in marriage or death, devoid of color, only darkness and light, rearranging dots — to begin anew, when the humpbacks will guide our way back. © Kåre Enga (9.april.2025) [182.19] 8 lines Note: In Thailand each day of the week has a traditional color associated with it. Black and white are worn for funerals and white (and pastels) are common for weddings. Thought: Will whales welcome humanity back to our ancestral home? Prompt: hump day of the week. (original sketched in "Days of the week... today is a greening day." ![]() |