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" "La Bella Vita" "Starbeams on Tulsa" 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." "Footprints in the snow, in memory of Nyia Page" "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... ...that peculiar color. Me: Avoiding certain shades of green for the moment. I can't make up my mind. But I would like to visit an area of south-east Sweden I missed last time (Kalmar, Oskarshamn, Gotland). My geraniums are blooming. So much better than plastic... I don't celebrate Christmas so I don't do stockings either. However, I do hang my boiled underwear over the sink to dry. Don't go there... The internet and cellphone have affected us in many ways. One obvious way is the recordings of police activity. Some of the memes show shocking brutality. Lunch was spaghetti. Which was fine. Getting out is the true reason for going to the Senior Center. Bored. Sleeping cycle is out of whack. Foggy gloomy days. Getting up late. Taking a bath at 2 a.m. Not to complain, but early winter is wearing on me. It affects me emotionally and physically. |