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 |
At arm's length We were always within an arm's length, swim- ming in the Tyrrhenian Sea, arms free, suckers relaxed. We raced each other, a- ware only of each other, swaying with the motion of the tide coming in, cling- ing to each other as if we were each other's rock. One day we parted and the o- pen sea became our new home. You roamed. I roamed. Yet by moonlight I miss you, wishing I were still embraced by your eight strong arms. © Kåre Enga [174.177.zm] Lexi#5 (14.july.2017) |
Nautical twilight The eerie midnight blue of lesser gods dimmed to this darksome shade of indigo. We navigate the galaxy's horizon guided by long extinct stars. Remember their births, Zmitri? How we tossed their orbs to and fro until they collided! Cast out in an explosion of embryonic energy, it took millennia for our scattered matter to re-coalesce. Was it for the best, my friend? Here we are, me, mere ember of the flame I once was; you, ice crystals dancing to extinct songs, warming to what you see swimming in my eyes, a movement of onyx and ebony on a background of otherworld coal. © Kåre Enga [175.176.zm] Lexi#7 (14.july.2017) |