Enga mellom fjella

To an emerald

To an emerald


They glisten like rhinestones
spare flesh on bone
properly pressed and elegant.
We sit in awe impressed
by weaves of words
opaque, obscure.
All meaning wrapped in packing paper,
mete and metaphor.
They flash advanced degrees and magazines
that have printed for posterity
the record of their misery.
We applaud their plumb.Yet,
what piece of paper can disprove this truth:
their over-polished lumps of coal
have no more worth than you.

© 2008 Kåre Enga [165.383] 2008-12-23

From December ... I've been disappointed many times by authors who are well-published, have MFAs and stellar CVs: taught/teach here-or-there, received this-prize-or-that. And then their poetry is crap. I mean ... if mine is better ...

BLAH BLAH (a spondee blah blah):

Went to Nona's for the Fiction Plus gathering. Nona's story about immigrants is fleshing out nicely. A repartee between two women had a wonderful lightness of humor. Since this is a novel of hard times, murder and betrayal, a light moment that advances the story is good.

Parris had a short story that I absolutely loved! The final image of him standing by his cabin barefoot in the virgin snow was perfect. His lyricism in "jars containing summer" shows his poetic side.

... and we had cherry cream pie.

I read a recent poem, but I wasn't happy with it. May have been my mood.

One sad note: Frances' old dog Tweetie passed on the 10th. She'll be in mourning for awhile.




PROMPT OF THE DAY:

A T shirt worn by a woman at the Senior Center: "If at first you don't succeed buy new batteries."

Montana: 19º at 9:00

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