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: "'heart's home'" "Where grows the compost heap" "In search of Iris" "For Jeanette ... when she grows old" "Willowsong" 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)" "Even in chaos ... More hockey poems." "A Thanksgiving Dinner poem and the WDC Zoo" "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 |
Maybe I should put music on? I love the quiet but I'm facing 4 days of it... at least more places are open these upcoming 4 days. Lost in dreams yesterday. Went sea kayaking. Eg draumte om ei holder. My neighbor Lavinia likes filberts (hazelnuts). I like them too. I should go looking for some. The river frothed last night as spumes of wind-driven ice flew down the channels. Today? All is frozen. My temp was 97.3 last night. Couldn't get warm. So I took a hot bath. It rose to 98.4. Then I went to bed. me: Lamenting a bit. In the Olden Days when Blogville was more than a ghost town, I blogged almost daily. And folks read my blogs! Now I'm lucky to get one comment per entry. Not that my blogs are interesting anymore. Still I blog and Scarlett still seems to be amused by my lists of 5. I try to read and comment on other people's blogs every time I add an entry myself (but only about 3, not over 10 like before). Same in my personal life. People's lives go on. With me or without. I don't have any enemies at the moment and very little drama this past year. I'm still chatty but there seems to be a lack of connection. So I lament. Partly it's the Dreary Season but today it's sunny blue skies, no clouds. The snow shimmers like diamonds and the river looks like frozen soap suds. |