Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
Sentinel Marked as if you own me I bow before the Bitterroots and just like you my rocky soil, my withered grass lays prey to the empty sky. © Kåre Enga 2007 "Sentinel" Reader's Choice of Poems: "Sentinel" "Glice" "Tales told over scones and hot tea" "La Bella Vita" "Starbeams on Tulsa" Reader's Choice of blog entries from my old blog "L'aura del Campo" : "Death of Jeannie New Moon" "Doing and don'ting. A scene in 2nd person." "Even in chaos ... More hockey poems." "Tupac and more poetry" "Poems inspired by maps. Remember 1963?" FACES PLACES Kåre Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop The Fish |
One. One. One. Zeros and ones? My number is quite common but it loses its color, its sound, its flavor when reduced to units of zeros and ones. Call me humanity's — better-half twin. Go one beyond one. Know my number. |
Improper? That would be my middle name, or me, when I'm riled up with rage from your abuse. You chuckle as I make a spectacle of myself. Jokes on you. After I call you out, Imma callin' yo momma. |
Mother loved singing harmony to classical music but never blended into modern society or either family. Her birth family avoided each other. She, in turn, looked down at her sister-in-law. I sang high notes in a chorus. Mother sang solo. |
The culture of music's petri dish doomed us to spare drear. Wars loomed, consumed our tears. You gusted-in on a broken wing. Alleys embraced you, "poor thing". You added optimism to the toxic mix. We are ever thankful for this. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Etta_James |
Of what worth the comma? Confusion avoided! And they're, their, and there? Mere grammar. Just correct it. An object can be perfected; but, David in marble is a cold embrace. Seek imperfect hugs among the living and know you're valued. |
The off-ramp was blocked by three cop cars and a bull. Randy scowled as he signaled and pulled to the shoulder. No one was moving. He called the boss. "Yes, it's on the news. Smile and take the next exit. 62 word original: The off-ramp was partially hidden by three cop cars and a bull. Randy was not amused as he signaled and pulled to the shoulder. The scowling cops and bull weren't moving. He was late. He was often late. He called the boss. "Yes, it's on the news and so are you. Smile and take the next exit. We'll keep the light on." |
Myth Judith wuvs me; this I know. Her witchy friends on me bestow... this ground beneath my feet where grow, thin tendrils reaching towards my core, their raventh croaking: nevermore. So doth I now forsooth proclaim: I never can pronounth your name. |
Wearing her best dress to church, Serendipity tossed dark curls at Andrew. He smiled. She smiled back. "How old are you?" "14. Vampires only count centuries — Look into my eyes; see my vast past; the path of your new future." Original 68 words: Serendity wore her best dress to church on her birthday. She flaunted her dark curls at a young man in the back corner pew. He smiled. She drew closer, squinting her eyes. "How old are you?" "Vampires only count the centuries. Single digits means you're still young. Are you a teenager yet? Look into my eyes and see my vast past... and the short path of your future." |
What can I learn from you? You're sweet. You're kind. You're steam-rolled every day like a rug. I'm harsh. I'm self-centered. I'm a bulldozer pushing everyone out of the way. So... how are you today? Need a hug? |
High. Low. Hello? No. Hi? Lo! Oh... Lo... like Hi and Lois? Not Lois, not a person named Lo. "Lo, the nightingale singeth upon the tree..." Oh, Lo's a bird? Just be quiet or you'll never hear the nightingale singing. |