Enga mellom fjella

Through the dark, dance the beat

Through the dark, dance the beat

Hear the pulse of the street, feel the rhythm of growth and of rest. What is best, write it down as a descant that floats above melodies of time and of place, blend it with voices marked by humanity. Or in a growl, startle all. Make them wake from their stupor.

Life may start as a lullaby lowed soft and sung sweet, but it's best danced flamenco, feet stomping, arms raised, a gesture of defiance to dying light of the day, a prayer hissed at vespers, this hour before dark.

Kiss the flame! Feel the rhythm! Through the dark, dance the beat.

© 2008 Kåre Enga [165.381.J1893] 2008-12-17

"It is important to hear the rhythm ... " was the initial prompt. I decided to write it in my Journal which fits better when writing prose or poetry without breaks. Then I edited. Written at Sushi Hana between tako and tomiko.

BLAH BLAH BLUESHEEP:

"Two cups and a pastry. Life is good. Read that the Griz game will be on the big screen at the Wilma. It's a short walk across a long bridge. It's the first bldg on the northside; where I live, the first bldg on the south. And a river runs through it. And a bridge goes over it. And I pray the wind doesn't blow." [J1892]

So, stopped in at Celtic Connection, Sushi Hana, Bernice's. Didn't get up till noon as I didn't sleep well. It got above zero today ... I swear. Even a few minutes of sunshine and little wind.

Montana: 8º at 18:53

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