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: "Zmitri" "Glice" "In search of Iris" "I, Katrina" "Wheat penny" 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." "When is it proper to tell someone you love them?" "Footprints in the snow, in memory of Nyia Page" "Czernina (Dirk's-blood-soup?) and Murv Jacob's mural" FACES PLACES Kåre Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop The Fish |
...normal? Stray thought... when and where did I last see seals? My mind is a warehouse of forgotten trivia. A ray of sunshine! Frosty is melting. Always wanted to go to the Winter Olympics. Smaller than the Summer games. But... as they become more of an extravaganza I can't afford to go. Too bad Oslo withdrew their bid for the 2022 games but they didn't want to waste money. I wish... My green "stick plant" has small yellow flowers blooming at the end of stems. No leaves, just green sticks with golden tips. me: I'm okay... paid rent yesterday. Money isn't an issue. I say this only to remind me that once it was and to be thankful for the issues I don't have. Went out in the evening to Writers Anonymous at the library and learned about YA novels in verse. One guy is hilarious with his story about the Button prince with his Zipper brother and Velcro king. Later... my Nick Fix. Nick's looking good. I'm encouraging him to apply for a 4 week Summer program in China through Law School. I think it would do him good. Build confidence if nothing else. My friend Joyce is healing fine (at age 84); my mother is doing well (at age 92). They make me feel young. Now if I could get a nice night's rest... gas and nightmares. At least my days have been fine in spite of the lousy weather. |