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 |
Listening to you read for Jenny Montgomery Distill words until only essence remains. Simmer until all extraneous ideas burn off. Decant the detritus. How pure what remains! How quiet syllables murmur when atoned alone. Daydreams fill pauses in between words, each dram pondered before the next sip. You, dear writer, are the bee and this the nectar you have gathered, their ambrosia you have stored, an assay of the purest honey that you share. © Kåre Enga (25.mayo.2017) [174.101] |