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: "Sentinel" ![]() "Where grows the compost heap" ![]() "Waterlily" ![]() "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." ![]() "Even in chaos ... More hockey poems." ![]() "Tupac and more poetry" ![]() "Wheat penny. Gave in, started a forum." ![]() FACES ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() PLACES ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Kåre ![]() ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop The Fish |
Yeah, dere wuz! 'N more.![]() Lemme tell'ya... 'Er wuz dizzy y'see. Always wuz 'n always will be. Excuses, I tell'ya. 'N a bit tipsy... iff'n y'know wut I mean. 'N mean! Wudna lemme 'elp 'er. ![]() Old coot. Jus' 'cuz 'er two days older'n me don' mean 'er can treat me dat way. Anyhoo. 'Er done dropt 'er ring in da coffee. 'Ad a fit 'er did, 'er did. It wudna been so bad... but... noooooo... When I fisht it out 'er teet' near bit me! ![]() Dentures. 'Er done dropt'm in da coffee too. Old coot. Laffin' 'n laffin' at me. ![]() |