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 |
Daffodil I'm tougher than I look. My raw thoughts concealed. My throbbing heart hidden behind my sunny smile. I'm fragile like a daffodil blooming on my grandpa's grave. Pick me and I'll flower again. I'll bloom on your grave too. I'm tougher than I look. My raw thoughts concealed. My throbbing heart hidden behind my sunny smile. You thrive surrounded by your sycophants. I survive cocooned in an afghan all alone. You pluck the blooming beauty then let it die. My roots delve deep into Life's soil I create it. I'm tougher than I look. My raw thoughts concealed. My throbbing heart hidden behind my sunny smile. I'm the weed growing in your marble crack, silent words scrambling through your rock-scree brain. I'm the wind you can't control, the wisdom you eschew. I'm more powerful than you. I'm tougher than I look. My raw thoughts concealed. My throbbing heart hidden behind my sunny smile. I'm only a daffodil, more powerful than you. © Kåre Enga (29.august.2025) 37 lines |