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 |
Memorial days This flag only waves—at the winds' discretion. Respectful poppies wave—a-bloom in their plots. Be grateful—whisper comrades—asleep where they dropped. As all in the land—stand still at attention. Now poppies send out flowers—to spite the drought when depression comes to those who can only grieve from suppression of the truth—they refuse to see as cedars lift umbrellas—shields from snows or rains. This flag only waves—at the winds' discretion, as comrades sleep with poppies—where hatred died, where cedars lift green limbs to empty skies. As all in the land—stand still at attention. © Kåre Enga (14.may.2017) [174.83] |