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Rated: 13+ · Book · Biographical · #1317094
Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills.

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 "SentinelOpen in new Window.

Sentinel on fire at night

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FACES




PLACES





Yellow cheer from sarah




 Kåre *Delight* Enga

~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go.
~ Elizabeth Bishop
The Fish
September 30, 2014 at 4:23pm
September 30, 2014 at 4:23pm
#829495
It's important to find where they hang out. Vacuum, spray, squish. Whatever works.

Which reminds me of...

ME:

I'm fortunate that I don't have many enemies where I live. None that I know of in fact. No one bites me here; no one nibbles at my faults, reminds me of how unworthy I am.

I still do it to myself, of course, but less.

Today I had lunch with Joyce and two of her friends. Lovely, absolutely lovely... as my English friends would say. Today I'm having computer issues, but one word to Jeff and it may be taken care of tomorrow.

No one bites here.

I still have nightmares. Still get easily startled. But the present isn't compounding the wounds of the past. It's one thing to be bruised. They do heal, albeit slowly at times. It's another to keep banging away. Nothing heals.

I've found some bugs. I've squished them. Hopefully I won't get more bites. But if I do, they won't be as devastating as the wounds inflicted by mean people.
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