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" "In search of Iris" "Boise City" "Starbeams on Tulsa" 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)" "Even in chaos ... More hockey poems." "Tupac and more poetry" "ENFP, what are you?" FACES PLACES Kåre Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop The Fish |
Daylilies White haired looking out this window at past dreams gentle winds and rain wash away spent cobwebs and dust from orange petals as I sit alone behind these drapes a looking out a looking in what was and never was gathering as puddles recollect my deeds to mirror them back to me those ephemeral reflections no longer my reality wind lessens and raindrops cease and I close the drapes to the lilies that bloom each day © Kåre Enga [177.132] (12.juli.2020) (20 lines) For:
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