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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 L ![]() ![]() 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 ![]() ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop, The Fish |
Now we are two I was a unicorn; you were a mage. I asked for something to contain my rage. You offered stardust and bits of wet clay, then laughed at my scowling face that day. So I pranced to the east and cantered west, knowing that I only knew what was best. I only returned when I heard good news another like me had been found. Bemused I gathered my thoughts and began to groan, could it be true that I wasn't alone? Would they look like me with my stunning physique? How would I cope with not being unique! Would they become my friend or my rival... and what about our race's survival? No one said whether they were a he or she. I didn't care as I knew I was me. So I cantered west and pranced to the east to where stood a colt, a young handsome beast. And there YOU stood standing, grinning at me, laughing, waving your wand for all to see. "I noticed how lonely you were that day, so with some stardust and wet bits of clay, I fashioned someone to help quench your rage. Yes, you're magical but I am a mage." © Kåre Enga (28.februar.2025) 24 lines, 12 rhyming couplets, (Fantasy) for "Merit Badge Magic" ![]() |