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Rated: 13+ · Book · Biographical · #1317094

Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills.


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" Open in new Window.

Missoula, Montana

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FACES



PLACES




Yellow cheer from sarah




 Kåre *Delight* Enga
~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go.
~ Elizabeth Bishop
The Fish
February 28, 2022 at 8:50pm
February 28, 2022 at 8:50pm
#1027660
You were never my valentine

And I was green. Green as green could be until you turned blue, holding your breath and waiting for my response. I couldn't tell you then and you've been dead for 50 years. I suppose I could tell you now. I still see your kind eyes, sad that I never got to hold what lay behind them.

         two saplings
         lean towards each other
         recollections

There's nothing left but a single image sketched in a yearbook, and a friend who resembles you in so many ways. He was born nine months after your accident. I haven't seen him in years. Yes, he knows how deeply I feel. Now I'm the one who waits. We may never meet again this lifetime.

         like eternal hope
         in the wind — years pass
         like Kansas dust

Not all things match up. Not all ends meet where they can be tied and bound together. Your winter will become my autumn; your summer my beloved's spring. Seasons recycle in a spiral, but never return the same. I remember your name. Do you remember my silence?

         all thoughts fade
         lost to the recycle bin
         year after year

But your visage remains emblazoned while I weep.

© Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [178.359] (9.februar.2022)

~200 words

*Ribbon* 2nd place February 2022 "The Taboo Words Contest ~ On Hiatus" Open in new Window.
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