Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
| Suzanna's basket Look into my basket ... find the one that's chosen you. These stones are thankful, riven from the rock and tossed about, they've lost their bite and mellowed to a polished touch. They've rolled down rivers, streams or brooks to look within you. Now look back and see inside them common clay, what you'll return to soon, someday, pressed into a humble stone. Come, look inside my basket ... find the one that's chosen you. © Kåre Enga 2008 [164.530] 2008-02~23 ME: I'm okay, but I spent all day reading blogs and catching up some. Need to go home and eat before this coffee eats me! Nice thunder last night. The temp plumetted. BLOGVILLE: An interesting entry asking the question about platonic relationships: "Invalid Entry" and how flexible are we? "Invalid Entry" Clint just sent me this link for conferences: http://www.writersconf.org/cal/index.php Kansas: Sunny and a cold 31º. Wintry sunny weather all week ... 2764 |