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Rated: 13+ · Book · Biographical · #1317094
Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills.

Enga mellom Fjella




Sentinel

         Marked
                   as if you own me
I bow before the Bitterroots
and just like you
                   my rocky soil, my withered grass
                   lays prey to the empty sky.

© Kåre Enga 2007 "Sentinel

Missoula, Montana

Reader's Choice of Poems:

"'heart's home'
"Where grows the compost heap
"A radiant moon has set
"La Bella Vita
"Wheat penny


Reader's Choice of blog entries from my old blog "L'aura del Campo:

"Death of Jeannie New Moon
"Winter: 18 Mas'il (December 29)
"In a garden of roses, baby
"Tupac and more poetry
"Guitarman, a gift for Gary. Aaron Marable's art.

FACES




PLACES





Yellow cheer from sarah




 Kåre *Delight* Enga

~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go.
~ Elizabeth Bishop
The Fish
February 7, 2022 at 7:11pm
February 7, 2022 at 7:11pm
#1026257
Bronze or silver would've been fine, even as a fourth son I could've been me.

But I was the golden child, flaxen haired and smiley, albeit weak and half-blind.

I fled to the margins, the seat next to the window or door, escape route noted before I entered. In my shell I was alert and wary.

I seldom realized how unpopular I was. It took years for me to realize that the baseball team thought of me as their mascot. Maybe that was a blessing.

Yes, I was the fragile golden child, protected, hid.

Their highest hope and greatest disappointment.
February 7, 2022 at 5:59pm
February 7, 2022 at 5:59pm
#1026253
Once I looked into the bull's eyes, I knew I couldn't eat him.

His tag said Moses. My older brother's pet ruled the pastures long ago, and now would be lead to slaughter. A bullseye emblazoned his hide.

Moses quietly approached the fence and leaned into my hand when I went to pet him. We looked deep into each others eyes. I saw good hay, willing heifers and home. Home. What did he see? I started humming "Let my people go".

I lead him down the ramp and kept on going. It was time for me to set him free.




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