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" "Where grows the compost heap" "In search of Iris" "At three" "Mauve Mavis" 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)" "When is it proper to tell someone you love them?" "A Thanksgiving Dinner poem and the WDC Zoo" "Il pleure (poem). We R puddle-luscious, aujourd'hui." FACES PLACES Kåre Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop The Fish |
...so I called my mother. Me... I'm in Lisboa. Bus trip yesterday was short and uneventful. €12,50. Not hard to catch the local bus either, though I missed one; they run every 15 minutes on Sundays. I'm back at The Independente, €39/4 nights. Got my lower bunk and went out for sushi and set in the miradouro overlooking the city at sunset. Helped an Australian from Sydney find his phone ...first like at facebook? Linda from Queensland. LOL. Mondays are a slow start to the week here. Museums are closed. So I must visit Alfama and get lost in the narrow streets. Day started out with breakfast and a chat with a young writer from Belgium. Dia da Mãe... yesterday the 4th in Portugal, next Sunday the 11th in the U.S., the 7th in our family. My mother will be 92. |