Enga mellom fjella

Clueless

I am clueless. I have much I want to write about, but can't find the proper topic for today. Not all words are created equal; tone and timing are important too. So no great wisdom from the Mystical Magical Mountain Kingdom of Misfit Toys today .

Clueless

Wind sifts flakes through frozen sunshine,
lifts the pennants of gold and green,
unaware of corned beef or cabbage,
only of boiling potatoes and steelhead.

Windblown celtic cousins came here,
brought to disembowel the earth,
set down roots like yellow iris,
invasive immigrants gone native,
gold and green and clueless.

I sip my coffee, still unaware,
my toes grab green that thaws in sunshine,
seek to root beneath this gold-poor soil,
the flakes and icy moonshine.

© 2009 Kåre Enga [165.493] 2009-03-17

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Monday: The last readings for "Wild Mercy" were very good. Josh Slotnik, a farmer poet, talked about slaughtering pigs and suburban sensibilities. Jeremy Smith related a humorous story about hunting the wild fungus.

Tuesday: Corned beef and cabbage al Centro de los casi-difuntos. A nutty Irish latte at Celtic Connection ... after we opened the doors to let the sound of the bagpipes out ... I set and wrote in my journal, wrote a poem.

Wednesday: On and off sun. I made a mistake of taking a nap when I have too much to do!

MILLSTONES and MILESTONES:

4 poems submitted to Camas. Gave a copy to Marrilyne and an extra for Bryce as the poems were based on their essays.

quote for the day

But if the hearts of the people become devoid of the Divine Grace—the Love of God—they wander in the desert of ignorance, descend to the depths of ruin and fall to the abyss of despair where there is no refuge!

‘Abdu’l-Bahá in Tablets of ‘Abdu’l-Bahá

Montana: 44º at 15:00

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