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" "Between us" "Speak soft my name" "Wheat penny" Reader's Choice of blog entries from my old blog "L'aura del Campo" : "Death of Jeannie New Moon" "Winter: 18 Mas'il (December 29)" "When is it proper to tell someone you love them?" "Tupac and more poetry" "Wheat penny. Gave in, started a forum." FACES PLACES Kåre Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop The Fish |
...soup. I have never been to Mexico. Very diverse country. I will go there if a friend visits and invites me to go with him. I met someone from East Anglia today. There were two Brits in the room at the same time! I introduced them to each other. Just ducky. I have plenty of money to travel... but for how long and how far? Still, I have plenty of money. I remember when I had absolutely nothing. Snow covered, of course. I'm ready to see trees that flower... with blooms! Yep. Soon I'll be dreaming of Spring. Me: I scored some chicken mushroom soup. Ab-fab. I played Chuzzle. It's addicting. Quit after 117,000 points. I really don't have the time to spare. Getting into the thick of my detective novel placed in Montmartre. I meet a friend at the bakery tomorrow; hopefully we talk haiku. The sun is out and I'm inside. Not much to say today. 52,960 |