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 |
Curiosity They say you don't have to teach a child curiosity... you just have to crush it. But, I wouldn't know. My kind doesn't ask questions. We merely blink yes or no. But these old books... contain worlds where I'll never go. I cherish them all, hide them where others don't look. "Curiosity is not allowed", they'd tell me. I'd rather they didn't know. Here among the dusty pages of other species I can enter their alien worlds, try to imagine me then and there. If they still exist I could ask them questions my kind never ponders. I'd sit with their curious children. They'd understand. They'd know. © Kåre Enga (22.june.2017) [174.151] /30:21.1/ |