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: "Zmitri" "In the midst of silence" "Between us" "For Jeanette ... when she grows old" "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)" "In a garden of roses, baby" "Tupac and more poetry" "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 |
...for how I feel. Me: I am shaky today. Yes, I ate. Yes, I'll take my pill as soon as I get home. There are times I realize I could use some help. Today is one of those. There is no one to ask to help. Time Capsule / 1929. Interesting read. I even get to know more about Rumania. That's outside. I'm very depressed inside. I could use her broom and her help. Cleaning... Posted first pictures of Braga today... finally. I was only there a few hours on April 17th. It's the religious center Of Portugal. Wish I were there and not here. Breathe. Work. Breathe. Work. |