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" "La Bella Vita" "Willowsong" 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." "Half-naked dreams? 'Getting the stain out of genes!" "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 |
...losing it again. Needed coffee today. Woke up tired. I haven't thought about collecting seashells. But... I'll be at a couple beaches, so... Hail storm! Turned everything white and slick. Fortunately not dangerous. The crocuses are ready, probably been blooming. I wish! Once I arrive in Hawai'i I can relax a bit. Me: Typing on my new computer. A bit large... but light-weight and good in many ways. I'll get used to it just like I get used to lots of things... grumpily but eventually. I reserved three nights in Fukuoka for the end of March. Occupancy is already 87%! I was lucky to find a room. Slowly... my lists will get shorter. Pre-packed underwear... ...and if I'm smart I'll do the rest of the clothes. I set aside 7 pair of black briefs. If I over-pack like I usually do I'll have to cut back to 4 or 5. I like clean underwear. Outerwear is less crucial as long as I can layer. I'm thinking of calling my new blog (tlog) "The Write Path". Any thoughts? |