Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
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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" "In Lagada, la vita" "Between us" "For Jeanette ... when she grows old" "Starbeams on Tulsa" 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" "James Doohan, Scotty. Ombra mai fu. Eutin Guitar Orchestra" FACES ![]() PLACES ![]() ![]() Kåre ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop The Fish |
| Galaxies dazzle in a dance; strewn suns swirl with their minions, mere eddies on streams of cosmic consciousness. This rock we sleep upon provides spare repose from a never-ending enthusiasm engulfing us — rest — Zmitri, tomorrow I leave you to yourself. |
| Your cool depths betray no emotion, Zmitri; your surface, undisturbed, remains unriffled. I would toss a warm pebble onto your frozen puddle, to let you know that I've visited, a quiet reminder to let you know — you're not alone. |