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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: "Zmitri" "Glice" "Waterlily" "I, Katrina" "Koan on an October sky" 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" "Tupac and more poetry" "Poems inspired by maps. Remember 1963?" FACES     PLACES            Kåre  Enga~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop The Fish |
| 2000 words? August The black paved sore stretched towards the horizon. He had grown up on bread, milk, and potatoes, until he burned it all down, ran way from family and friends in search of steak and cappuccinos, and found them; but, here he wandered where his life broke down, walking through field of green leaves and waving grains, past herds of cattle... staring at him. They moved towards him as if he could hear their moos, as if he could read their lips if they came closer. He stood still for a moment as if time could stand still. Thoughts wander |
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