Enga mellom fjella

The honey and the ivy

The honey and the ivy

Honeysuckle boughs and poison ivy,
fragrance of a thousand blooms
hanging in the warm still air, three leaves
spelled: itch. I flee
along the narrow path
before the gloom of dusk devours me, before
I realize this day's
but yet another day well dreamt
of birdsong trilling in the trees along the ditch,
of violets past bloom
of boughs and boughs of honeysuckle
soon to bow with berries
above the shaded bower of the shiny tri-part leaves
of poison ivy.

© 2008 Kåre Enga [165.74] 2008-05-20

ME:

I put this comment in Nate 's blog: Frustrating when things don't work out the way WE WANT IT! Sometimes, I think it is as simple as that.

I hold on. I am patient. I'm an idiot.

If I totally gave up on some non-relationships in my life, I'd have nothing left.

Oh well, still holding on to nothing.

As for today, I took a walk along the undeveloped east side of Naismith Valley. And I saw and smelled lots of honeysuckle! And avoided the poison ivy as best I could.

Other than that, I started going through boxes and finally hooked up the television to cable! I guess this place comes with cable.

WRITING:

Well, I wrote in my Journal and scribbled two poems today. Not too shabby. Falling behind on my goals, but want to write a group of rose or flower poems for Ranita and give them to her in a mini-booklet. That should spur me on.

Kansas: Full moon at 00:00 and 57º. ** Image ID #1295354 Unavailable ** .

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