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 |
Between my pages Open me as you would your heart. Spill inner angst and ennui. Spell your thoughts and let me weave your tapestry. Or wipe me clean to start anew. I am but a palimpsest; only I shall know. By light or darkness let your pen flow free. Scribe in cursive what dare not be described. Don't fear to laugh or pine. I'll hold these tears until eternity's cold wind blows as they crumble with the dust of time. © Kåre Enga (27.june.2017) [174.157] /30:26.1/ |