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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: "'heart's home'" "In Lagada, la vita" "Waterlily" "I, Katrina" "Willowsong" 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." "In a garden of roses, baby" "Holy day. Autumn in November. A mole." "Wheat penny. Gave in, started a forum." FACES     PLACES            Kåre  Enga~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop The Fish |
| All of a sudden I didn't want to open my email inbox. There's no recent reason for this fear. It's an echo from trauma long ago. Interesting though. I didn't expect it. It does seem part of an old pattern. I have seldom wanted to engage in communication when the message is negative towards me. I suspect this goes back to childhod. I KNOW this goes back to childhood. I could ask my mother but we don't talk about things like this. Avoid, avoid, avoid. I am much more confident when I'm doing the talking. Like last night. I got to read three of my poems for Freek from Belgium. He writes plays. Unfortunately for me... in Dutch. Today I really need to visit Belem and then focus on the next part of my trip. I leave tomorrow for Norway. I dare not avoid what needs to be done. No time for past traumas. |
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