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 |
Prince of the flying orcas He summons them with a horn. They come; his minions bursting forth from a wave of water and then take flight leaving only froth. The young god watches the denizens of the sea fly over him in an orchestration of orcas, seals and sharks, measuring the beat of fins as wave upon wave fill liquid skies. They are his subjects. This is his home. Young prince, maker of myths. © Kåre Enga (26.junio.2017) [174.155] /30:25.1/ |