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" "In search of Iris" "Boise City" "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." "Even in chaos ... More hockey poems." "Footprints in the snow, in memory of Nyia Page" "ENFP, what are you?" FACES PLACES Kåre Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop The Fish |
You dreamed this path you dreamed this path: trim, well-tended, gently curved swept clean of twigs, spent blossoms, weeds, ugliness and pain; but you couldn't keep the blooms in bounds when once you looked away nor me as I strayed to smell that one weed you forgot to pull. It looked a bit like me, neglected, sad among that overwhelming beauty, yet there it rooted even bloomed if only just for me. This was the path you chose for me the one I wandered off to find my way among those weeds and thorny friends whose ugliness and pain became the mirror in which I could be myself, a me, that you could never see. KE [177.27] (10.april.2020) ** Image ID #2218586 Unavailable ** for:
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