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 |
Light on tomes We search the mundane for what we want study the tomes of a million thoughts begging for magic that alludes us. Until a light shines on what we need, when what we want dissipates, concedes to Need's magic illumination. © Kåre Enga (1.juin.2017) [174.115] To the prompt: "Invalid Item" 81,122 |
Beyond the fog Two lines converge beyond the other side of tomorrow, where future's fog hides fruits of what we have wrought today. We walk tracks, balancing on rails, oblivious to youth that fades. We focus on the present tense, relaxed, rambunctious, unafraid of what we cannot see nor touch, merely mimic what we're told, then do whatever we must. We play along the tracks, balance on rails, oblivious to tarred pine ties that bind us and what lies beyond the fog tomorrow. © Kåre Enga (1.juin.2017) [174.114] Day 1 for "30 Day Image Prompt Contest - CLOSED" "Invalid Item" |