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'" "In the midst of silence" "A radiant moon has set" "Boise City" "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)" "In a garden of roses, baby" "Half-naked dreams? 'Getting the stain out of genes!" "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 |
...or some such nonsense. Me: Lovely weather... warm then threatening... then not much of anything. Montana... a drama queen. In going through things I found postcards and brochures from England '11. Nice, but how does that help me? Or receipts from last trip? Not packed but not worried. At least I won't have many dirty clothes to come home to. Got to some Spring/Autumn over clothes. Lord of the Rings has helped distract me a bit and I've even read some poetry while eating out of my fridge. Small victories. I've made lists and now need to check them daily. I'm pretty good at lists. No great wisdom to impart today. No World Cup predictions either. Nice game between Korea and Algeria today though. I'm not fond of zero zero ties played in the midfield. Ack. So the plot sickens... but my team is through. |