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Sapphires and bitterroots

I don't do jello these days, but I've layered it into rainbows in the past. It takes patience to do that. There may be wisdom in knowing that a bit of spilt jello oozing like blood may bring forth the salvation you seek. In response to: "Invalid Entry"  by Debi Wharton . My entire entry: "Pray for the healing of others" 

The saga of Susan Boyle continues ... the YouTube video has over 13 million hits, so if you haven't seen it yet ... now is the time (unless you want to be the last in your neighborhood wondering what the buzz is all about. ):

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9lp0IWv8QZY

Sapphires and bitterroots

for Trish

Twenty years from now
will we remember chewed hay horseapples
and yellowbells
hard mud paths between the ponderosa
bright green moss
hanging from their blackened limbs
and buttercups
a carpet spread
over these Blue Mountain pastures.
We rise above the Bitterroot
walk beneath the Bitterroots
no bitterroot in bloom yet.
Now mountain bluebirds flit between fence posts
and cotton candy dots a sapphire day.
Afar, the Sapphires turn bright emerald
and yet,
twenty years from now the living won't remember.
Nestled among the sapphires the dead do not forget.

© 2009 Kåre Enga [166.34] 2009-04-13

From notes I took on my walk with Tricia on Sunday. We went to the Blue Mountain recreation area. Note for those not from Western Montana, as this poem is definitely a poem of place: Bitterroot is the name of a river, the jagged mountains to the west, the wildflower (pink blooms related to portulaca). Sapphires are mined here, the mountains to the east, like Jumbo and Sentinel are Sapphires. Male mountain bluebirds are a pale celestial shade of blue, no rust, no red. Yellowbells are wildflowers with an edible bulb. Horseapples are horseapples.

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Tuesday: Peggy Meinholtz has a poetry workshop on a Tuesday every month. I had the privilege of attending and we worked on our poems. I offered "166.12 Dreaming her way to the Green Bicycle Tea Shop"  as Kendra had mentioned that day.

Walked to the Rose Garden (nothing to see), and then to the store and bought milk. Not that far of a walk but walking every day will help.

Spoke to Elizabeth Berghout in Kansas about my trip. She'll play "Ombra mai fu" on the carillon for me this Sunday. Hopefully I can hear her play when I visit in a couple weeks. I've got my mind around the notion that I need to go now and can afford to do so.

Wednesday: Visited Elisabeth; Sushi with Hobie .

At Zootown Brew I shared my opinion with Zack that China, India and Africa are important when it comes to philosophy and ethics and not just the Western Greek tradition. I also mentioned the need for a second language (he's a business major). Turns out he was born in Burkina Faso and his folks speak French! Still ... a university education can be 'stifling' IMHO.

BLOGVILLE:

Advice I left in a newbie's Cheslovski Star blog: I force myself to write regardless of mood. Once the pen hits the paper I have no problem. Since I live life on the tangent, I can start depressed, angry or happy and end up somewhere else totally by surprise. Writing is a discipline when inspiration is taking a holiday.

A wonderful line from the blog of KimChi : ... even before I realized feng shui was an oriental technique and not a foot fungus.

Welcome VOTE:ObamaDramaOverIn2012:D to Blogville.

Montana: 42º at 11:00

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