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Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
![]() Invaders On Columbus Day the leaves have died. Winter comes white before it's time, Like immigrants, like the dispossessed, you always come white before your time. O my lover! Bring me trash of no worth! Wring my cold sweats before my time. O Invader! Should I, forewarned, kiss or kill you before next time? Columbus Day over, snow melts to wet. White Death? O Kåre! Pray for this time. © Kåre Enga [166.338] 2009-12-16 ![]() I reworked the earlier sketch, and it came out in couplets. I tweaked it into a ghazal (more or less). Mary Jane Nealon's riveting reading of AIDS poems was also swirling around in my head. Not all poetry is puppy dogs and joy-joy. So little of it is... One thing about the ghazal form: more couplets can be added. And if it makes it stronger, I will. It's also a good form for collaboration. I'm hoping to do that with John Myers this December. And another note: one's name is usually included in the last line. Know that poetry tends to be a mix of fiction and truth. ![]() Randall Jarell reads "Death of a ball turret gunner": ![]() Do you hear what I see? "Invalid Entry" ![]() ![]() ![]() By not going to Chattanooga I've given myself some time to do other things. Like party when they win! ![]() Montana can be a place of extremes. Tuesday the temperatures rose from the depths of winter to spring heights. Great Falls had the high in the state of 45º after a low of -11º and Jordan reached 21º after a state low of -39º. We in Western Montana did not experience such extremes; but, Wednesday is the first day since December 1st over 32º. Walking to the store wasn't exactly warm, but the mild air beckoned. My big purchase? Hot cocoa. ![]() ![]() 57,658 |