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" ![]() "Glice" ![]() "A radiant moon has set" ![]() "Speak soft my name" ![]() "Plain cover jacket" ![]() 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?" ![]() "Half-naked dreams? 'Getting the stain out of genes!" ![]() "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 |
Thinking of Cubby's June prompt for "Chapter One" ![]() ![]() Waiting for Jack Forgotten among the faded-to-sepia zoysia, all color drained after Summer fled south... one lone baseball faces the coming cold and Jack Frost's arrival. Will Jack want to play ball? silence on the field — a round object hidden by bleached out grass Kåre Enga [180.52] (3.juni.2023) I wonder whether I could make this go somewhere? ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() 58.496 |