Enga mellom fjella

Why I write in English (why do you read it?)

Why I write in English

         ... why do you read it?

I do not sing the language of my childhood tears.
I can't escape to tongues that know no fears.
I spit out poems with your foreign words,
that you eat up like honeyed poison:
knife, spoon and fork. I dare not own its
predigested gas that bloats from deep within.
I smirk, now cleansed of what you taught me,
as you ingest my defecated thoughts.

© Kåre Enga 2008 [164.515] 2008-02-15

ME:

Writing has been off a bit. I've blogged and entered in my private journal ... until today. Six poetic sketches! Glad I took my notepad with me when I took a bath.

I've been having nightmares ... always unresolved issues ... that remain ravelled and unresolved.

Does a peanut butter and lingonberry sandwich count as lunch?

Managed to turn my phone off last night. Couldn't get it to come back on. Then ... don't know what I did ... but it works.

I even sent an email message to a friend, using my phone. What a pain! But it is doable if the message is super-short. Nice to get the weather, sport scores and NEWS! Well, the headlines ...

Kansas: 32º, sunny and breezy.

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