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Songs above the clouds and ether (another Zmitri poem)

Nurture your Nature :

Ice flows down the river; portulaca blooms in the window, its fellow flowers frozen by the unseasonal frost; calendula sits in its pot and reflects the sunshine radiating the day. My room is cool; the hallway cooler. Snow melts on the southern slopes of the hills; the mountains glisten in white. There is peace in the air. All's right. K.E.

Once in Costa Rica :

Esteben wanted one of these puppies... alas, not to be. We both enjoyed Zarcero and the people... and puppies... we met there.

Mercedes Sosa (1935-2009) danced as well as sang and it is even more evident in this rendition of "Everything changes". A good theme for the times we live in. One can feel the pathos and joy in her performances.

Songs above the clouds and ether

         for Gare... as always

What wings support our flight
through air and ether,
lift our hearts to heights
where unencumbered static songs
reverberate through electric clouds
like thunder.

Sing it now, Zmitri, sing it loud!

I'll harmonize to bring forth light
a cure for all the wrongs
we've suffered on this dirt-bound clod
through birth and life.
Here among eternal night
we'll weave our melodies
until the quarks of firestorms gather round us,
grace us in those outer realms.
embrace us with angelic flares.

What wings support our flight, Zmitri.
What songs we'll share!

© Kåre Enga [166.220.Z] 2009-10-06

Sketching it out :

Another in the series of Zmitri poems. Along with "Two worms" [219] it was written on the day I left Costa Rica (a very productive day of 4 sketches).

Thou :

My response to an entry "The Age-Old Question"  by vivacious

I do not think of Death as evil, merely part of the recycle process of Life.

We grieve for ourselves more than others, methinks.

Bad things? Awful things? Evil things? Sure... and being a good person does not exempt one from life. Those that embrace it the fullest will experience all the above... and joy and love... in greater measure as well.

Me and Mine :

I helped Ryne close up last night by putting up chairs. He gave me a bag of day-old pastries and bagels. Life is never tit-for-tat, but being conscience, conscientious and cooperative counts for something.

I downloaded/uploaded some photos from my recent trip and have made headway titling and describing them. Slowly...

Can one eat too much chicken? Stuffed myself yesterday. With the leftovers I made chicken mushroom soup. It's that time of year when cooking is a good thing.

The day dawned bright and sparkly cold. There is ice flowing down the river. There is never ice this early. I'll get out early as the flag is limp indicating calm. Until then I'll sip the cup of Harrar (Ethiopian coffee) that has my name on it.

Last night I went to readings sponsored by Second Wind at the Palace. July Cole reads well; although I think the microphone distorts. His piece "Anuran Catechism" (which I nicknamed 'frog dialog') was well done and his humorous piece about sharks was well received. Susan Scarlata from Jackson Hole, Wyoming also read. I purchased her chapbook, "Lit Instant".

My friend John Myers has a reading on April 18th and his thesis on May 1st, so I have to set those dates aside. I may have to skip Paris in April this year . And I'll need to read Gertrude Stein before then...

Montana : 17º in Missoula at 9 a.m.

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