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 |
potato cakes the day glooms over the mountains grey skies part for a moment cold rains hold off it's the season of mourning that time between summer and winter time to rest or nap or cook too many potato cakes what will i eat come morning? more potato cakes I lie down but chatter in the hallway summons me to open the door i stay in bed snug and safe except from nightmares those bastard cousins of dreams i drift i sleep i wake safe to say it's time for coffee time to open eyes to the day time for rain and a potato cake with carrots and a potato cake with cheese on top snug in a bun i will read today i promise promise i will write something new finish what i've written then go to market to buy some bread and whatever's cheap but not potatoes unless they're on sale and my back doesn't ache and it doesn't rain © Kåre Enga (14.september.2024) 30 lines 115.244 |