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: "Zmitri" ![]() "In the midst of silence" ![]() "In search of Iris" ![]() "For Jeanette ... when she grows old" ![]() "Wheat penny" ![]() 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." ![]() "When is it proper to tell someone you love them?" ![]() "A Thanksgiving Dinner poem and the WDC Zoo" ![]() "ENFP, what are you?" ![]() FACES ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() PLACES ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Kåre ![]() ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop The Fish |
...Downstairs![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ME: I managed to get everything up the stairs. Did get some help. Finished at 22:20 on Saturday. Now I need to sort and put away or take back down to the trash. In the end, this is a good thing. My body was sore (legs, groin, lungs) but no damage done. This week is a "short" week. Everything is apparently closed on the 25th but other than that I can get out and get coffee and check the internet. I started a new book (#45, Winter 171 BE) for my journal yesterday. The notebooks look so clean and nice when I start... then ragged after three months. Autumn, Book #44, wasn't mangled though. It was purple. This one is light blue. I've also been reading. Mostly light reading that can be passed on to others when I'm done. I just leave the book on the second floor landing and magically it finds a new home. ![]() |