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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 "Sentinel

Missoula, Montana

Reader's Choice of Poems:

"Sentinel
"In Lagada, la vita
"Between us
"Boise City
"Mauve Mavis


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
"A Thanksgiving Dinner poem and the WDC Zoo
"Guitarman, a gift for Gary. Aaron Marable's art.

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
June 16, 2024 at 5:31pm
June 16, 2024 at 5:31pm
#1072756
Seymour: before you die...

Oh, Seymour —

Make me happy, Seymour. Water me, feed me, speak to me.

I'll sing about the trials of my day: dawn, noon's sun-scorch, twilight, the ...

Nights of White Satin

as you fall asleep unaware I keep watch over you.

Last time you traveled no one watered me and I feared for my existence.

Then you nearly drowned me with tears as you sobbed it was all a mistake.

I've been here 15 years.

I helped you bury your cat, your dog, your mother ...

I'll miss you.

Who will you gift me to? Do they know that I can sing?

© Kåre Enga [181.26.S#6] (16.juni.2024)

100 word drabble. Prompt: a plant or animal.

Made into an item: ""Seymour: before you die..." S#6 100 w
June 9, 2024 at 8:07pm
June 9, 2024 at 8:07pm
#1072404
Blackie lay dead.

"Must've used up all nine lives."

"With some help."

"Hey, it survived the last time I killed it."

"Well, then what..."

"...or who."

"That tomcat over there looks guilty."

"So does that dog."

"That old lady sure looks mean."

The raggedy tom hissed. Boris threw a stone.

The pit-bull growled. Alexandria growled back.

the old lady spat at them.

"Hey, aren't you rabid? Who let you out?"

The two brats laughed; then bored, they left.

Miss Cherry-Mae, Pretty-boy and Fluffy carefully approached.

Are they gone?

The cat meowed.

"Good job everyone, maybe this time they'll leave us alone."








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