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'" "Glice" "Waterlily" "Speak soft my name" "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" "A Thanksgiving Dinner poem and the WDC Zoo" "ENFP, what are you?" FACES PLACES Kåre Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop The Fish |
Under the Ferris wheel I see you waving down at me. You in the clouds, happy. Me happier, safe on the ground. I do not seek to soar. Far vistas are best seen across flat fields of wheat, not dangling above empty air, no one to catch me. I see you falling, falling. I'm happy that you are happy, happy to have a heart that bounds, but, I will remain rooted, happily hugging ground. ** Image ID #2216333 Unavailable ** For
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