Enga mellom fjella

Partly cloudy

I'm in a good mood, so the following dreary poem is a fantasy that reflects other times ...

Partly cloudy

Partly cloudy dissolving into rain,
my joy of the moment drains
from this day of choices ...

         ... all of them bad.

How sad
to finish a life this way
travelling down a highway
seeking a place I've never been,
hoping to discover myself there waiting
for me.

Clouds part
and a ray of sun
etches shadows in some abandoned mine shaft,
showers pity on a stunted field
of corn.

Worn jeans
feel the beat of the bus,
what must be left unsaid, undone, best

never thought of again.

The path darkens
to the ping of hail and Hell
is left behind where the sun-
shine pales.

© Kåre Enga 2007 [164.264] 2007-09-30

IMAGES:

A two year old boy (Parker) riding a purple horse; taste of crabcake, prime rib, balsamic vinegared cucumber, garlic potatoes; roundness of a bead rolling; soft plush fur of a cat.

I went shopping with my sister. Picked up 2 pants and 4 shirts at the thrift shop (dollar day on clothes). Bought 3 crabcakes and already ate one. Picked some leaves. Ate a waffle at a local diner (unimpressed). My sister developed pictures taken yesterday and gave me some copies.

Found a postcard of Mt. Rainier and wrote to Gary. Found 5 stone beads at Ben Franklin's that can be used as marbles. Gare turns 35 in ten days and I might send them to him ; bet his 5 year old son will want them!

It rained and was chilly all day. The type of weather the North-West folks love to warn others about so they won't move here, so they can keep paradise to themselves.

Blogville: I have no clue. Been reading very little this last week. I'm back to Normalville next Friday-ish.

8 p.m. in Monroe, Washington: 49º and rainy. Never got above 55 today, maybe not even 51.

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