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: "'heart's home'" "In the midst of silence" "Tales told over scones and hot tea" "Speak soft my name" "Drugs sold here" 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." "Holy day. Autumn in November. A mole." "Guitarman, a gift for Gary. Aaron Marable's art." FACES PLACES Kåre Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop The Fish |
me. A bit better today in spite of rough night. A shower helped when I couldn't sleep. Thought about soaking in the tub. Submitting, writing, editing, chores. If I get back to chores I'll be better off in the long run. Small progress yesterday. So easily overwhelmed... This clogs my daily life and my ability to sleep. Avoidance just kicks it down the road. Same for everything else. Today the day isn't beckoning me forth like yesterday. I was able to ignore those Sirens and got something done. Writing, editing, submitting. Yesterday was focused on submitting. First time in a long time. If I could just keep focused on that... |