Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
As you breathe as you breathe you make a mistake and heavens weep and you weep too and your world begins to shake as neighbors gather stones and your friends gather stakes and you feel cold in your bones when shrouds darken with veils you know you quake all alone and those gathered begin to wail death to who we thought you were death by ire and pricks and pails then they kick you like a cur as broken ruined you crawl away and the years began to blur yet even among this rot's decay glints a token of who you once were. © 2009 Kåre Enga [165.453] 2009-02-27 Blah-blah-blah: So yesterday afternoon the heavens opened and last night we snoozed under a fresh white blanket. The writer's group ended up canceling at the last minute. I was already on my way getting lost, so it was a surprise when I showed up; I walk. But Kate and I had a nice chat before heading back. I ran into Hobie and Michelle in the market and picked up cottage cheese and cherries. Earlier, Aaron at Butterfly Herbs said my dream the other day was of Ashland, Kentucky and that May Day is a good time to visit. I picked up a half pound of Ethiopian Yrgacheffe while I was there. So, here's hoping your day was more exciting. Mine was definitely underwhelming. Montana: 30º at noon 12,514 |