Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
Three phases of Mars I must love all three; the child, the youth and the old man to be; I must love without wavering. I just learn to forebear in hearing the answers that others don't care and the truth without shuddering. I trust that you care, more than the stone and the water and air, and accept without questioning. © 2009 Kåre Enga [165.399] 2009-01-06 After allowing this to set for two weeks (in other words ... I forgot) I was able to radically edit it by setting up the rhythm of the first verse then following the template (more or less); it could end up longer after another edit. Stuff put in the middle perhaps illuminating the three stages of life mention in the beginning. BLAH BLAH BLAH: Alas, dear sushi ... I'll have some tonight. I have to be careful about overeating on Wednesdays. Had a nice lunch of roast beef. Myrt reminded me that at the Senior Center they worry a bit if someone goes missing for awhile. Like around WDC ***clue***. Must remember that ... The days are dull and I'm in a lull, but I'm almost done reading Starlight by Erin Hunter. MILLSTONES and MILESTONES: I made a separate private item for addresses. Maybe I'll keep track of things better? There's always hope. I need addresses if I am going to mail friends a copy of my booklet (whichever I come out with ... which reminds me ... I need to finish putting together Sushi 1-6.) When will I bring out Sushi 7-12? Good question ... gotta get writing. I want to have material for at least 4 before I bring out the first one. PROMPT OF THE DAY: "We encounter each other in words", from the inaugural poem "Praise song for the day" by Elizabeth Alexander Montana: 19º at 14:00 10,949 |