Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
This is a response to "Invalid Entry" by Lorien for "Follow the Leader" by mood indigo Anemones i wanted you to be lost not really really lost just enough to want me to be there for you to be able to prove that i was needed Nodding heads of anemone and the ping of sleet. Spring is lost somewhere south of April in its march through wintry rainbows. These pines await impatiently. From the other side of yesterday I spoke to you. My head nodding, losing petals, wilting, turning grey. I said I was somewhere over the proverbial rainbow, but you've never wondered which storm cloud had hailed and taken me so far away and you could never understand that your sunshine cannot always penetrate the clouds. I pine to hear you voice today. Perhaps I'll call in April. "Patience is a virtue" chime anemones. The storms pass over and I breathe in the clean fresh air, marvel at the double rainbow I see hanging over Wal*Mart. All things pass. Now peonies have bloomed and Summer's almost here. Somewhere out there you hold close your youngest son, hold up his nodding head and meander through the pines past gone-to-seed anemones. Patiently I wait your call. Perhaps next April. i needed you to need me you needed to be free © Kåre Enga 2008 [164.552FTL] 2008-03-13 This is my 6th response for FTL. ** Image ID #1382532 Unavailable ** My previous entries: 1. "Crying children" Circle round in adoration 2. "Gone, fishing" Old tin bucket 3. "How I behave around different people" In five part disharmony 4. "Level 28 Blood Elf Hunter" Letter from Kwn 5. "Hobo stew" Sopa Anemone: Missouri: 47º. 3089 |