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 |   Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
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Enga mellom Fjella  Sentinel Marked as if you own me I bow before the Bitterroots and just like you my rocky soil, my withered grass lays prey to the empty sky. © Kåre Enga 2007 "Sentinel"   Reader's Choice of Poems: "Zmitri" "In the midst of silence" "In search of Iris" "La Bella Vita" "Drugs sold here" Reader's Choice of blog entries from my old blog "L'aura del Campo" :"Death of Jeannie New Moon" "Doing and don'ting. A scene in 2nd person." "When is it proper to tell someone you love them?" "Tupac and more poetry" "Poems inspired by maps. Remember 1963?" FACES     PLACES            Kåre  Enga~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop The Fish |
| Seymour: before you die... Oh, Seymour — Make me happy, Seymour. Water me, feed me, speak to me. I'll sing about the trials of my day: dawn, noon's sun-scorch, twilight, the ... Nights of White Satin as you fall asleep unaware I keep watch over you. Last time you traveled no one watered me and I feared for my existence. Then you nearly drowned me with tears as you sobbed it was all a mistake. I've been here 15 years. I helped you bury your cat, your dog, your mother ... I'll miss you. Who will you gift me to? Do they know that I can sing? © Kåre Enga [181.26.S#6] (16.juni.2024) 100 word drabble. Prompt: a plant or animal. Made into an item: ""Seymour: before you die..." S#6 100 w" |
| Blackie lay dead. "Must've used up all nine lives." "With some help." "Hey, it survived the last time I killed it." "Well, then what..." "...or who." "That tomcat over there looks guilty." "So does that dog." "That old lady sure looks mean." The raggedy tom hissed. Boris threw a stone. The pit-bull growled. Alexandria growled back. the old lady spat at them. "Hey, aren't you rabid? Who let you out?" The two brats laughed; then bored, they left. Miss Cherry-Mae, Pretty-boy and Fluffy carefully approached. Are they gone? The cat meowed. "Good job everyone, maybe this time they'll leave us alone." |
| In God's Waiting Room we're attentive to each other; so, Willie invited us to join her for lunch. As a nurse she was used to serving others. The Swedish meatballs were soft, small, and brown with a creamy (but deadly) mushroom sauce. Sedated, Laxmi (our token vegan) nodded off first, then Kathi. I drank coffee to stay awake whilst Phil (a slow eater) seemed drowsy. Willie plopped meatballs. When Willie served cherry pie, Slow-Phil immediately dropped dead. Cyanide acts fast. Wille just laughed and then started to choke on a meatball. Too bad no one's left to help, I croaked. 100 words © Copyright 2024 Kåre Enga [181] (19.mai.2024) |
| It was the color of your roots... pale compared to the green growth of algae on your hair. The Waters honored your Passing. They waved in applause that it had been swift without suffering. No lingering shift from darkness into twilight. A thousand stars lit your locks as your bloated body floated by. The dish of the Moon contemplated your countenance and caressed you from her heights. "Helen." I whispered as if my breaking heart could revive you, the memory of your blood moistening my lips. The reunion on April 18th had been well planned. The unsuspecting guests had gathered. I was one of them. ... Could this become something? I don't know; but it was based on a word-list prompt posted in "Blogging Circle of Friends " 60.704 |
| "I'll build my castle upon this rock." She remembered. Scurrying, laboring. Pitter-patter of children. Smoke of burning. Graves littering her base. Rebuilding. New tenants. New slogans. "I'll defend this rock with my life." Always promised ... for millennia. She missed them. |
| Tin soldiers marched to-and-fro. Their wind-up hearts would last an hour or two. Long enough for mechanical morons to distract the Boss from what was important. Paradise Lounge would explode in 20 minutes. Even the dolls knew it was Doomsday. |
| We brave wind and waves. We must. Our families depend on us. No fish, no food. Every winter some of us don't return; but, widows in black attest we did our best and our children will remember a full belly. |
| I can show you how. The directions aren't easy to follow for a lefty. Learn by doing, my father always said. Hold it like this... see? But he was right-handed. Only a lefty can properly demonstrate anything to another lefty. |
| Klaus lost everything. What did not go up in smoke had been destroyed by earth, air and water. None-the-less, he kept breathing, eating venison, even snoozing — when exhausted. Poverty was a red-nosed light-bulb flashing "homeless", a scarlet letter on steroids. |
| A cup would do if you don't have a pint. I left my beaker in the lab. You don't... do you have a half-a-cup to spare? I'm just making pancakes. Oh, thank you! I'll bring you one when they're done. |
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