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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.

Late autumn

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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
June 3, 2023 at 2:45am
June 3, 2023 at 2:45am
#1050462
Thinking of Cubby's June prompt for "Chapter One" Open in new Window..

Baseball in Grass Image

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? *Bigsmile* I write/do bittersweet better than humor. *Smirk2* I imagine Pollyanna putting bandages on her scars after getting hit by a bat. *Shock* Horror, not my preferred genre, would entail tearing them off again after they're infected with maggots. *Shock2* Fortunately, Jack, Pollyanna's brother, is fond of her. *Smile* Will he pick up the ball? *Think* Ah... Chapter 2.

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