Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
The honey and the ivy Honeysuckle boughs and poison ivy, fragrance of a thousand blooms hanging in the warm still air, three leaves spelled: itch. I flee along the narrow path before the gloom of dusk devours me, before I realize this day's but yet another day well dreamt of birdsong trilling in the trees along the ditch, of violets past bloom of boughs and boughs of honeysuckle soon to bow with berries above the shaded bower of the shiny tri-part leaves of poison ivy. © 2008 Kåre Enga [165.74] 2008-05-20 ME: I put this comment in Nate 's blog: Frustrating when things don't work out the way WE WANT IT! Sometimes, I think it is as simple as that. I hold on. I am patient. I'm an idiot. If I totally gave up on some non-relationships in my life, I'd have nothing left. Oh well, still holding on to nothing. As for today, I took a walk along the undeveloped east side of Naismith Valley. And I saw and smelled lots of honeysuckle! And avoided the poison ivy as best I could. Other than that, I started going through boxes and finally hooked up the television to cable! I guess this place comes with cable. WRITING: Well, I wrote in my Journal and scribbled two poems today. Not too shabby. Falling behind on my goals, but want to write a group of rose or flower poems for Ranita and give them to her in a mini-booklet. That should spur me on. Kansas: Full moon at 00:00 and 57º. ** Image ID #1295354 Unavailable ** . 4936 |