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" "La Bella Vita" "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" "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 |
Spring... froggy for Carla Holmstad She leaves her house, nursing the mild end of winter, holding a frog-in-the-throat, chirping past snow-melt, ditches, croaking at a stained wood podium, seeking warmth and the life-giving waters of an audience. © Kåre Enga 11.march.2014 me: In spite of doing things every day, I have accomplished little when I check my list at night. I need to check it in the morning! Another issue: my body hasn't adapted to the time change yet. But with days getting brighter I should be okay. Last night I went to poetry reading by 5 poets including Carla Holmstad. I really liked her "Fire and Ice" poem. I wrote "Spring... froggy" while she was reading and gave her a slightly edited copy before she left. I wove it out of her having a frog in her throat, the podium she recited from (yeah... recited!), the weather, a glass of water Barbara gave her. We spoke afterwards about Norwegian heritage. Hers comes from around Trondheim in the north or further north. A very bleak area outside of the fertile valley. Lists. I need to make lists! Then plans. Then buy tickets. Not necessarily in that order. May you-all not be too froggy tonight. |