Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
Horse skull I died. Nay, I lived. Long enough to leave my bones where you would find them, see the beauty that once moved strong muscled hide. I lied. Nay, I told the truth reflected now in hollowed eyes; each hallowed nostril blowing in and out: this cold dry air, this hot dry air. I erred. Nay, I survived! Longer than a cloudburst, shorter than a cholla's reach across this harsh stone plain, tucked between the mountain's reign. You deigned. Nay, You dared to pick up bones and paint my story: white strokes across a blank blue sky as blue as blue is blue. © 2008 Kåre Enga [165.102] 2008-06-03 Based on Georgia O'Keefe's "Horse Skull on Blue" http://www.artst.org/okeefe/1930+-+Horse%27s+Skull+on+Blue+.jpg ME: Okay. Applied for my passport and didn't break the camera when Linda took the picture. Photo actually came out fine. Very little sleep last night. But I'll be okay with that too. Nothing much to do tomorrow. Saw Diane. I've been wanting to talk to her about transportation. The next step ... Kansas: 80s and clear sunshine after nighttime storms. ** Image ID #1329288 Unavailable ** 5452 |