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 |
Curse of the empty sockets Wrap me tight in a thin white shroud to match the blight of my bones. Sew my lips, or I'll shout out loud! And bury my words in tomes. Pluck these eyes so they can not see; conceal my faults in the dark. Bind my hands so they won't be free to blaze your world with a spark. Let me rest and forget my name, unless you beg for a curse. Once you say it, you'll be to blame and return in back of a hearse. K Enga (3.juni.2017) [174.117] For 30 day challenge "30 Day Image Prompt Contest - CLOSED" Day 3 prompt 2. (2123802) 81,136 |