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'" ![]() "Where grows the compost heap" ![]() "Waterlily" ![]() "La Bella Vita" ![]() "Starbeams on Tulsa" ![]() Reader's Choice of blog entries from my old blog "L'aura del Campo" ![]() "Death of Jeannie New Moon" ![]() "Doing and don'ting. A scene in 2nd person." ![]() "Even in chaos ... More hockey poems." ![]() "Footprints in the snow, in memory of Nyia Page" ![]() "Czernina (Dirk's-blood-soup?) and Murv Jacob's mural" ![]() FACES ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() PLACES ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Kåre ![]() ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop The Fish |
a lot to do! Me: ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() In other Snews: there isn't much. I continue to unclutter. Actually getting something done. Boxing and putting the boxes in storage and putting clothes in bags is next. Cleaning? It'll be easier when there's less stuff strewn around. Not going to many meetings. I need to stay focused. I take breaks of course. Bernice's had coffee! And last night I needed zip-lock bags. But... not doing much. Weather has been cool and damp or cool and grey or cool. Snow on the mountaintops and flowers still blooming around town. Leaves are mostly gone with the wind. 52,453 |