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" "In Lagada, la vita" "A radiant moon has set" "Boise City" "Willowsong" 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" "A Thanksgiving Dinner poem and the WDC Zoo" "James Doohan, Scotty. Ombra mai fu. Eutin Guitar Orchestra" FACES PLACES Kåre Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop The Fish |
...as in? ME: I think too much at times. The brain won't shut off! Other times when I'm emotional, tired, depressed... I wonder how I turn it on. Especially when I'm having a panic attack. Although thinking is a good thing it can be over-rated. There are times when it must be balanced with just "being" or "feeling". But "feeling" without thinking has its own traps. I like to think I am well-informed when I share an opinion. But I'm often proven wrong! There is so much to learn... Still what is the "opposite of thinking"? I don't know. The phrase was recently used to describe what Michelle Bachman (MN) has been saying. Maybe it's just "opening one's mouth before thinking"? In any case. I'm sure we can all plead guilty. |