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" "In search of Iris" "Speak soft my name" "Willowsong" 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)" "In a garden of roses, baby" "Tupac and more poetry" "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 |
I picked 7 flowers from across the street where I live. It's a Scandinavian custom according to Lisbeth... of course... it's probably has something to do with young maidens... LOL. Me... Another beautiful day. Now cooling just past sunset. Finished watching Fellowship of the Ring. It always reminds me that the book was better. Listened to music in Caeas Park by the WhizPops. They sang dinosaur songs for the kids. Margi has an amazing voice. Stopped by the Saturday morning market and Butterfly Herbs. Won't see my peoples again till August. Slowly... but still make progress every day in spite of it not seeming so. Time to go back to my place and find a couple more things to do. |