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" "Where grows the compost heap" "In search of Iris" "Boise City" "Drugs sold here" 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." "In a garden of roses, baby" "Half-naked dreams? 'Getting the stain out of genes!" "Wheat penny. Gave in, started a forum." FACES PLACES Kåre Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop The Fish |
She shone like Venus, unoccluded, undiminished. Mars was jealous as she always Walked-in-Beauty. She veiled herself in kindness, kept her heart pure yet open. We called her by her title, Her Radiance Aura. Glowering Mars had met his match. |
Watching bees — just be — pleased me. Finding my lost keys pleased me more. Sparrows mating in the trees reminded me that I'm alone today. I speculate "why them, why not me". Better to bat flies — than cuss — so, just exercise. |
23:23... The poplar tree sings a lullaby with the flutter of its yellow leaves. Too dry to sing in the key of green. Nighttime, almost midnight, a popular hour to party. Me? I harmonize with the poplar, hope to sleep. |
He'd left Brooklyn behind years ago. Now Kipp rode a horse to work and told everyone he was an Orthodox Cowboy. Folks weren't sure whether he was joking; but, his concealed weapon didn't suffer fools and his painted pony kicked. |
"It's like lobbing grenades. Throw in the general direction and duck back down in the trench. Accuracy matters less than an ill-timed surprise." We were talking trash. At least that's what I remember from September before the Towers came down. |
Canceled. I sat in the corner contemplating my options. Quitting never entered my mind but the way forward was blocked by my soon-to-be-missing brother. Nothing quite like canceling the canceler. I smiled. Ah, this corner was so inspiring and cozy. |
Smile and think kind thoughts. Show me your hand; move it back and forth. Let soft ripples of air seek to enter the thoughts of others. The soothing caress will calm their nerves. Never underestimate the power of a wave. |
It had turned everything black. Stickier than tar it clung to their past, present and future. Thicker than water it defined their ingrown insanity. The spilled blood of generations had spoiled the land. Kindness could not grow there. Love died. |
You drew me in. Deep voice resonating in my bones, eyes beckoning me to dive in and swim. You stood on firm ground, soared through clouds, washed away anxiety and fears. You smelled of The Storm... the regrowth to follow. |
Encourage me to sing. Applaud the roughness of my voice. Provide sweet harmonies as you sing along. Cool melodies ramble through the years of our life lived together; so, please, join this session, skipping over the depths of my depression. |