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: "Zmitri" "Glice" "Tales told over scones and hot tea" "I, Katrina" "Starbeams on Tulsa" 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." "When is it proper to tell someone you love them?" "A Thanksgiving Dinner poem and the WDC Zoo" "Poems inspired by maps. Remember 1963?" FACES PLACES Kåre Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop The Fish |
I have learned patience I have learned patience in life's garden, love: how each crop marches to its own rhythm for when it must be sown when ripened reaped; how bones feel pain and hands that once lusted for melting mud look forward to sunset's respite at the end of every day. No, there is no hurry, love, this warming soil will wait. I'll just rest here patiently until you find the beans. KE [177.42] (19.abril.2020) ** Image ID #2219311 Unavailable ** For:
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