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: "Sentinel" "In the midst of silence" "In search of Iris" "I, Katrina" "Wheat penny" 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." "Even in chaos ... More hockey poems." "Half-naked dreams? 'Getting the stain out of genes!" "James Doohan, Scotty. Ombra mai fu. Eutin Guitar Orchestra" FACES PLACES Kåre Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop The Fish |
a lot to do! Me: Tried helping someone with a cheap place to stay for a week... we'll see. Been finding old letters sent from England and other places by wonderful friends. Boxed up most of my old VHS tapes. Chose a few to watch over the next couple months if I don't travel. Found an old Zmitri poem on a pank piece of paper: "In the gloaming (Zmitri)" Ham and scalloped potatoes for lunch. In other Snews: there isn't much. I continue to unclutter. Actually getting something done. Boxing and putting the boxes in storage and putting clothes in bags is next. Cleaning? It'll be easier when there's less stuff strewn around. Not going to many meetings. I need to stay focused. I take breaks of course. Bernice's had coffee! And last night I needed zip-lock bags. But... not doing much. Weather has been cool and damp or cool and grey or cool. Snow on the mountaintops and flowers still blooming around town. Leaves are mostly gone with the wind. 52,453 |