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" "Between us" "Speak soft my name" "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)" "Even in chaos ... More hockey poems." "A Thanksgiving Dinner poem and the WDC Zoo" "ENFP, what are you?" FACES PLACES Kåre Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop The Fish |
Some bad news today but I'll wait to share until I work it all out. Sometimes I do... In general I'm not happy. I saw Johnny, Aristocolis and Alberth today. Ate at the market as usual. Did nothing. Sundays are quiet here and I just didn't know what to do. Therefore... nothing. I even turned on the television! Not a good sign at all. Facebook hasn't thrilled me. Much of the news at Yahoo has depressed me. The Societal Wars drain me. "Relationships" like "friendship" sadden me. I miss the 80s... and that's scary. Ack... I'm getting old. 51.471 |