Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
Full circle My hair thins and I begin to see the head my father first saw before I could open eyes. I close them now to imagine his joy: first born, a brand new father, unaware of all to come. My hair thins almost as fine as his before he died. My fingers part my future. © Kåre Enga 2007 [2007-11-26] ME: Good day actually. Met Ella Bella, a Siamese who climbed all over me. Her owner said she's an outside kitty and VERY friendly. I liked the bead shop; but, at 3.50/bead I may have to rethink buying them as 'marbles' for a 5 year old. Ate out in a couple places. Met nice folks up at UM campus including Prof. Mizuki Miyashita who has written about the pauses in haiku. Basically it is an 8 beat: 5***, 7*, 5***. She will teach a course on prosody and poetry next semester. Prof. Sharma, director of Creative Writing was awesome too. If I do not move here (doubtful due to costs), I will defnitely need to visit often. Got an e-mail from Skye who I wrote a poem for (see yesterday's entry). She was happy. If I could make one person happy a day ... Montana: 20º and snow and wind in our future ... 1092 |