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: "'heart's home'" "In Lagada, la vita" "In search of Iris" "Speak soft my name" "Koan on an October sky" 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!" "Il pleure (poem). We R puddle-luscious, aujourd'hui." FACES PLACES Kåre Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop The Fish |
Me... ...very tired of traveling. My writing has suffered tremendously but I did write something and posted it today. I feel the urge to write... not just the energy. Plus, a small voice keeps nagging at me that I'm in Oslo to experience Oslo and not just sit in a room and write. So... ...off I go on another walk. Yesterday's inspired me. There's hope. |
I didn't felt well Saturday night; felt better Sunday. Today's Monday... Quite frustrated with my stay in Tavira, but it's turning out okay. Shouldn't do travel for this long next time. It's exhausting. Lots of photos and I've actually been writing... just not posting. So... Lisbon and Lagos went well. Evora next. Then Coimbra. "Coimbra tem mais encanto na hora de despedida". |