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" "Between us" "Boise City" "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)" "When is it proper to tell someone you love them?" "Tupac and more poetry" "Guitarman, a gift for Gary. Aaron Marable's art." FACES PLACES Kåre Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop The Fish |
...why am I inside? ME: No idea... Bored and confused. Part of me insists it's Thursday. A disruption of routine and my mind can't figure out what day it is? I'm ready for the _____. Little news today... Estonia is still Estonia. Ebola is still Ebola. Ellen is still Ellen... I think... May I should rejoice? After all, I don't need any drama that would keep me from my pile of boxes. And when they are gone? I get to sweep, vacuum, mop... Now aren't y'all glad you have your own problems? My phone balance is $83.94. That means I've used $16 in a little over a month. Not shabby. I should be thankful for every sunny moment. We're entering the cloud-covered short day time of year and I don't do as well without the sun. No plans yet. Should do something soon... see previous comment. I'll go to the Rocky Horror Picture Show... if I remember. No Halloween for me. Looking forward to pumpkin pie though. Need to remember the Day-of-the-Dead parade as well. Sunday? I still have my sugar skull from last year! Peace to all y'all. |