Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
Wild and wet the spray the spray even now i feel it falling over soaking into becoming me the rocks the rocks hidden by the spume's sprung beauty deadly in the slippery gloss glistening slimy smooth your long tress of hair a stallion's mane the tail of a mare white light a thousand diamonds' flight a-falling from the heights misting misting in your dark green lair
© Kåre Enga 2008 [165.41] 2008-04-21 Inspired by Georgia O'Keeffe's Green and White (1957/58): http://www.museumsyndicate.com/item.php?item=16874 ME: Feel weak. I know I don't properly take care of myself and I don't think liver and onions is the cure, but I'm taking out C and N today and that's that. It's L & O day at Kelly's. The poem I wrote for them:
I gave C a copy in October, but did a revision today. I'm not sure yet which is better; so, if you have the time or have read it before and want to see the **new and improved** poem please do so (and comment! here or there, it doesn't matter where). Met them and we just finished lunch. I took photos but won't know whether they turned out until I download them. Mini-iris bloom in front of the hair salon: Kansas: 70º on a cloudy afternoon. 4217 |