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 |
Flower, feather, flame and flood I take a clod of earth, water it and place it where a sunny breeze will coax out new leaves. I wave a feather gifted by a bird that soared above the clouds where sunshine heats the earth. I light flames that endure bellows of wind and rain and place it where a planted seed now bursts. I let the fluids of life surround me, protecting me from fire and cleansing me of dirt. Flowers consume the flood that quenched the flames and calmed the breezes that had set my world ablaze. © Kåre Enga (13.juin.2017) [135] /30:13.1/ |