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 |   Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
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Enga mellom Fjella  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'" "Where grows the compost heap" "A radiant moon has set" "Speak soft my name" "Wheat penny" 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" "Holy day. Autumn in November. A mole." "Czernina (Dirk's-blood-soup?) and Murv Jacob's mural" FACES     PLACES            Kåre  Enga~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop The Fish |
| I knew this way once In dense fog, you stand, out-of-focus, beyond a tunnel of warming green, a phantom of a former life, down a path I've not forgotten, fearful to follow again. This way to nether worlds, this border sundering life from death, mere illusions we must believe. Should I find you, will we fondle fingers. Or will you fling a spell like last time, and will I forget again. K.E 29.february.2020 ** Image ID #2214112 Unavailable ** Written for
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| Love me, love me not Dandelion clocks enticed the child: let go and fly to where another child smiled back. Would you love me? Could I? No answer came. We turned away. We did our chores, too shy, then slogged through years of working, forever asking, why? As thinning hair and aches and pains now beg a nap they sigh, May my parting lips praise he who'll hold me as I die. Kåre Enga (26.february.2020) A qasida for: "Invalid Item" , round 65. |
| Image at: "Invalid Item" "Offspring of Oblivion" You see crooked twigs or tangled neurons, old crones and wizened wizards, embraced in war. Do you see my cooling touch, my ermine blanket comforting all? Call me Snow, Offspring of Oblivion, Brother of Frost and Frozen Fog, cousin to Salt Spray. So... Know: I bring you surcease from your struggles, sing you winter's lullabies, encase you with my cold. Kåre Enga (24.februar.2020) 16 lines for:
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| Seabird My wings of joy give flight, refuse to land, an unabating cross of albatross and attributes. K.E. 22.february.2020. Pensive with imagery? It does seem to have rhythm. A juxtaposition but not a haiku!  |
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