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" "A radiant moon has set" "La Bella Vita" "Mauve Mavis" Reader's Choice of blog entries from my old blog "L'aura del Campo" : "Death of Jeannie New Moon" "Doing and don'ting. A scene in 2nd person." "In a garden of roses, baby" "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 |
Mother and son I see it in your shuttered eyes, how you strive to stay cheerful in your jaunty cap. But yellow never suited you. You need to unlock your inner heart, leave it open to the world. Until then I stand behind you, my long nose never looking down on you, my hooded eyes watching over you, wondering whether I was good enough. And yet ... I am enough. And so are you. This too shall pass. You will know better times, for the signs are out there. Choose one that gives you hope. Make sure it isn't yellow. K.E. (20.mars.2020) [177.1] ** Image ID #2215682 Unavailable ** Written for
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