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" "A radiant moon has set" "La Bella Vita" "Koan on an October sky" 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)" "Even in chaos ... More hockey poems." "Footprints in the snow, in memory of Nyia Page" "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 |
Another slow but pleasant day. Me? I got up, went out, did the usual... Some music from a fund raiser next door. Watched a bit of a program on vhs. Ate. Sneezed a bit. Hope I'm not getting ill. Impossible to avoid ill people in public though. I suspect some of them have nowhere else to go. A bit frustrating when they are in the coffee shop or library. I'm in a coffee shop but there's no one near me. Ran into a fellow artist who just got back from a trip and had an embolism similar to me. Not a good thang! However, they caught it quickly. We may have some warm weather. Locust leaflets turning golden. Cool nights. Clear crisp mornings. Autumn in the air even if it does get above 80. Plus it was the third weekend of football here. Still, nothing great to report. Nothing equals nothing quite like nothing. |