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Opus for Oprah

Opus for Oprah

Our village is old;
our people are ancient,
flowering on solid rock
still warm at the heart
we touch.

Touched back
we flow around all obstacles,
embrace each soul that's chosen us,
stand up to fortune and misfortune
impervious as rock,
the stones that cry out in joy or weep
to their melted core.

We are old;
our village is older;
our people?
Ancient as rock.

© Kåre Enga 2007 [164.443] 2007-12-28

ME:

Been glum. So, I got out of the house in spite of the chill. It was warmer and sunny this morning.

Watched two movies. One from New Zealand about a Maori girl "whale rider", the other about a spoiled brat who goes to visit his backwoods grandmother in Korea (she is mute so the audience must watch her body movement at all times). Both movies were worth watching.

Sketched a poem called "God's Arse" after reading a blog entry here at WDC. I get my inspiration wherever I can find it.

Kansas: 31º and chilling. Warmer in Missoula.

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