Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
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: "'heart's home'" "Glice" "Between us" "Speak soft my name" "Plain cover jacket" Reader's Choice of blog entries from my old blog "L'aura del Campo" : "Death of Jeannie New Moon" "Winter: 18 Mas'il (December 29)" "Even in chaos ... More hockey poems." "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 |
...of the heart... me: I had to get up and write thoughts down in the middle of the night. "There comes a softening..." Then I made a list of hard things that go soft (X rated even, but I need to go beyond cliché). I felt like my inner Emily Dickinson was coming out... but, in the middle of the night? Lilith:a snake in the grass by Jack. L Chalker. A bit of sci-fi fantasy. I took $200 out of the bank and my receipt said I could take more... Only spent $20 in phone calls since September 25th. Not bad. If I could just hitch a ride... somewhere... cheap... warm... The Griz of UM won today 35-17 so the town is calm and looking forward to next weeks HUGE game against MSU. Beard is growing a bit long... folks are starting to call me Santa. The bank thermometer read 23º, which is as warm as it's been recently. My rooms have been cold (I don't turn on the heat or it's too hot). I bought a bedspread yesterday and that helps tremendously. I even wore the bathrobe too and fro the tub. Nothing like a good hot soak. Took my throwaway paperback with me. Should take a candle! 52,544 |