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" "Waterlily" "For Jeanette ... when she grows old" "Starbeams on Tulsa" 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?" "Half-naked dreams? 'Getting the stain out of genes!" "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 |
...went to bed early, got up early after tossing and turning, lay down for a few minutes, almost missed lunch! Me mE Me mE: I didn't do much yesterday. At home I got a few books out of the freezer and put a few more in them. The outdoors freezer should last a week. A late evening coffee is suspect #1 in tossing and turning. Unresolved issues is #2. I remembered to slightly water the geraniums. They are blooming. I've neglected watering while I focused on other issues. I actually wrote a ditty last night; "Extermination" is it's provisional title. Edited photos of a church courtyard in Braga, Portugal. I'm at the Senior Center again. Chatted with friends. Catching up on-line. It's still sunny and very cold outside. It was 3º this morning; now 15º. 52,513 |