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 |
I'm leaving I was leaving. I didn't leave. It was winter didn't go far. I wanted to run away... ran off to college had a miserable time I couldn't stay, so I ran further away. Why did I leave? What was my search? I found it whatever it was And healed whatever that was and began to smile. What did I find? Was it enough? I dreamt dreams are so tricky. I left when winter became spring. Was I happy. No. Did I stay. Yes. For years I was happy being unhappy. I wanted to leave. so I left. Left my troubles behind... didn't take long for them to find me Again and again and again. I once had a neighbor who played the harp known as Serenity just like her harp. But I never found the peace I searching for. I'm leaving each time searching for something. I'm leaving my troubles are packed. I've never been able to leave them behind. © Kåre Enga (29.juni.2025) 38 lines inspired by the Beatles "She Leaving Home" (1967) For
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