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: "Zmitri" "In the midst of silence" "Waterlily" "La Bella Vita" "Plain cover jacket" 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?" "A Thanksgiving Dinner poem and the WDC Zoo" "Guitarman, a gift for Gary. Aaron Marable's art." FACES PLACES Kåre Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop The Fish |
me: We got rain last evening. A couple booms and a few drops. It wants to rain again today. But... some sun and definitely cooler. I've been back one week. Progress: I edited photos from Poland and Norway today. I'll make "Best Of..." albums when I'm done. No progress: still haven't spoken with a friend whose input is key before I buy tickets to go to Costa Rica. At least football games end. Netherlands trash Spain 5-1. Ouch. Political process? Never ends... I have kept up on my underwear... I have not tackled my two rooms yet. I'm not even finished unpacking; although what remains is unimportant. Progress... and ...no progress. Story of my life recently. 51.228 |