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" "For Jeanette ... when she grows old" "Wheat penny" 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." "Holy day. Autumn in November. A mole." "ENFP, what are you?" FACES PLACES Kåre Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop The Fish |
Slogging and dreaming. Slogging through the daily routines. It's been on the hot side and my place does not cool off until after midnight. But... I'm doing okay. Dreaming. As in, armchair planning of trips. Japan is on my list. Eastern Europe is waiting for a look-see and Senegal must not be forgotten! Much more relaxing than the actual trip. Being interested seems to make me more interesting as well. Ran into a young man from Japan yestereve. I actually was able to have a conversation about where I'd like to go and the type of places I'd like to stay (guest houses - minshuku and ryokan - inns). He showed me how to approach a place, take off shoes and then step up, turn around, stoop and turn shoes around pointing out. Never any real news on the personal level. I stay where it's cool and don't overdo it. Hardly exciting but August was always my month to sit and read. Not my favorite month at all. September however... |