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" "In Lagada, la vita" "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" "Winter: 18 Mas'il (December 29)" "Even in chaos ... More hockey poems." "Half-naked dreams? 'Getting the stain out of genes!" "ENFP, what are you?" FACES PLACES Kåre Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop The Fish |
...morning. me: Managed to get up and out. The mornings are dark. That'll change come Sunday? Not! It'll just be an hour's difference. I need about 3. I posted something in my poetry blog. If I do that daily I'll catch up some time before the next century. Boxes: small progress every day. Goal now is to be somewhat tidy by Monday. A scribble from September 7th: "Stars align and I see you as the Hunter, your arrow pointed at someone else. Oh that you were Cupid and the owner of my heart." But where is this from? Or was it from me? Some say cluttered people are more creative. For me? It's still a mess, creative or not. |