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 |
Mistress of the seven wounds Bleached seaweed rises at noon, cleansed by tides and both hidden moons that caress light's ripples radiating from Axixa's arousal as long wet strands brush six nipples she offers to this ocean she suckles. Bring your bruises and open cuts as soft hands channel cool water's healing touch; feel safe; you have your life to regain. At Death's door, return at night to rest in Axixa's arms as she removes this world's pain, weaving your shroud from moonlight. K Enga (3.juin.2017) [174.116] /Day2.2/ For "30 Day Image Prompt Contest - CLOSED" 81,124 |