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" "In search of Iris" "I, Katrina" "Mauve Mavis" 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)" "Even in chaos ... More hockey poems." "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 |
Much like the Old South, my energy is Gone With The Wind. mi... a note to follow sol: Bought two wooden (heavy sturdy wood) cabinets. Each has 30 slots for folders. Not sure whether I'll place them vertical or horizontal; but, either way it should help with sorting my writings. I think one cabinet will be alphabetical and the other by task or theme. Finished Ringworld Throne by Larry Niven. Not overly awed by it but it provided good distraction. Edited another poem and put it in my poetry blog. Also, wrote another scene of "Wound" and did word count. Barely over 2,200 words. A long way to go. In going through a box, I found copies of a couple Zmitri poems. This is important as I need to gather them for submission somewhere. I bought 4 new 3x5 memo books. I'll start with the red one. They cost me 88 cents at WalMart. I used the duct tape... I now wait for results. What am I trying to do? I'll tell you someday if my devious plan works. If not... Do I sound perky? Got you! I'm not. It's a cool grey day here. Dreary. Still no energy. My sap is returning to my roots to hibernate. I just might. |