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Enga mellom fjella

by Kåre เลียม Enga

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"

Reader's Choice of Poems:

"Zmitri"

"Where grows the compost heap"

"In search of Iris"

"Speak soft my name"

"Koan on an October sky"

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."

"In a garden of roses, baby"

"Tupac and more poetry"

"ENFP, what are you?"

FACES

PLACES

Kåre Enga
~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go.
~ Elizabeth Bishop
The Fish

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10 Most Recent Blog Comments:

Amethyst Angel 💐

Mar 9, 2025 at 8:14am
In response to "The Fox and the Authoress (flash ~280 wc)"

Found you! I don't take enough time to poke through people's blogs... I'm glad to read this. I loved those stories when I was little.

Kåre เลียม Enga

Feb 12, 2025 at 6:14pm
In response to "The Black Brick "

Thank you, S 🤦

I edited this and made it into a separate item. "The Black Brick"

Like the old saying: if these walls could speak...

S 🤦

Feb 12, 2025 at 5:56pm
In response to "The Black Brick "

Liked this. Minimal anthropomorphisation despite an inanimate object being the PoV 'character.'

Kåre เลียม Enga

Apr 7, 2024 at 1:30am
In response to "M#2 rock 40w (4.mar.180) "Upon this rock""

Lyn's a Witchy Woman: The Rock always remembers until even it is worn away by wind and water, reduced to grains of sand.

As a child I felt safe alone in my summer-garden or winter-closet. I would have envied Harry Potter's nook under the stairs.

I have good night-vision. I see the hundred shades of black and grey.

Fortunately, I live in a world of a thousand colors by day.

Lyn's a Witchy Woman

Apr 7, 2024 at 12:43am
In response to "M#2 rock 40w (4.mar.180) "Upon this rock""

Will this castle bring her peace? you peace? me peace?

I miss the pitter=patter of little feet. Sometimes the loss overwhelms so much seek solitude in a place where darkness can only reside.

I wonder if you reside in the darkness too when I read your comments.

Kåre เลียม Enga

Dec 22, 2023 at 10:34am
In response to ""No Gift From Santa This Year" D22 #17 40w 'poverty'"

Anni Pon Perhaps overdone on the references. Glad you picked up on 'venison'. 40 words makes it tight.

I was homeless years after I took in refugees. Folks did help me. Maybe that thought was lurking in the back of my mind. "Homeless" is a deadly label in so many ways. I left Kansas for Montana in 2008 because I wanted to start anew.

Anni Pon

Dec 22, 2023 at 9:14am
In response to ""No Gift From Santa This Year" D22 #17 40w 'poverty'"

I love this idea, and all the references and imagery. Especially the line: ‘Poverty was a red-nosed light-bulb flashing "homeless”…’ it’s really tragic to think of the jolly man who gives everyone gifts every year in such dire straits he has to eat his rain deer, and no one would help him….

Harlow Flick, Right Fielder

Jul 15, 2023 at 11:54am
In response to "Safety in numbers [180.57] 40w J1 "tiny""

I like the details, and anyone called Jojo the dwarf.

Harlow Flick, Right Fielder

Jul 15, 2023 at 11:52am
In response to "Lo, the nightingale [180.58] J2 40w "high" "

Fun piece.

Called to mind The Beatles number.

Kåre เลียม Enga

May 12, 2023 at 8:33pm
In response to "Hidden places [13+] P#3"

Apondia Definite loss of habitat in Thailand. Elephants have a hard time as do 100 species of birds. Humans tend to not know what they have until it's all gone. Very anthrocentric.

February 7, 2022 at 7:11pm

#1026257

Micro 100 #11 Golden Child [350] 100w 07.02.22

Bronze or silver would've been fine, even as a fourth son I could've been me.

But I was the golden child, flaxen haired and smiley, albeit weak and half-blind.

I fled to the margins, the seat next to the window or door, escape route noted before I entered. In my shell I was alert and wary.

I seldom realized how unpopular I was. It took years for me to realize that the baseball team thought of me as their mascot. Maybe that was a blessing.

Yes, I was the fragile golden child, protected, hid.

Their highest hope and greatest disappointment.

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February 7, 2022 at 5:59pm

#1026253

Micro 100 #10 In the Eyes of Moses [351] 100w (07.02.22)

Once I looked into the bull's eyes, I knew I couldn't eat him.

His tag said Moses. My older brother's pet ruled the pastures long ago, and now would be lead to slaughter. A bullseye emblazoned his hide.

Moses quietly approached the fence and leaned into my hand when I went to pet him. We looked deep into each others eyes. I saw good hay, willing heifers and home. Home. What did he see? I started humming "Let my people go".

I lead him down the ramp and kept on going. It was time for me to set him free.

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