Enga mellom fjella

To catch a wave

To catch a wave

1

O, to taste the warm sea's foam
O, to catch a wave.
My son does both without a care,
beneath the sky clad nave.

And I am but a city boy,
who never learned to swim.
O, to taste the green seafoam.
O, to play with him.

2

He dove to taste that green seafoam.
He dove and caught a wave.
My son did both upon a dare,
beneath his sky clad grave.

And now I'm but a grieving dad
who never learned to swim.
O, to taste this warm sea's foam.
O, to die with him.

© 2008 Kåre Enga [165.127] 2008-06-24

An opinion:

1. One poem or two?
2. If only one, which one?

The prompt was from Margaret, Fallser , who in a blog entry mentioned "While I'm not really a beach person, there is something delightful about watching children jump over waves from the warm safety of the sand." This describes me well! The poem evolved/devolved from there.

ME:

Hmmm. Little progress. Ran into Amber (who has a nickname Ambrosia), so that became another flash fiction. May write another for her and ditch the first though. 3 "romance pulp flash fictions" done and 27 more to go. Another O'Keeffe poem and one for my neighbor's friend Sean (GC) that I probably won't post in this blog!

BLOGVILLE:

I am visiting blogs ... just very slowly ... there is too much on my plate right now. This blog has hit 6k. To which I can say to everyone, it is important to decide how important a blog is to you and your writing. For me, it showcases what I'm working on, connects me to community and lets me let off some creative 'steam'. For others it can soak up too much of the creative juices or take up too much time. For serious bloggers, consistency (whether once/twice a week or daily) and sheer persistence pay off.

WEBCAM OF THE DAY:

Today I visited Karlskoga, Sweden. There appears to be a festival in the square: http://195.22.74.67/view/index.shtml

Kansas: 79º at 00:00 and icky sticky.

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