Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
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" Reader's Choice of Poems: "Sentinel" "Where grows the compost heap" "Between us" "Boise City" "Plain cover jacket" 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)" "When is it proper to tell someone you love them?" "A Thanksgiving Dinner poem and the WDC Zoo" "Guitarman, a gift for Gary. Aaron Marable's art." FACES PLACES Kåre Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop The Fish |
Yeah, dere wuz! 'N more. Lemme tell'ya... 'Er wuz dizzy y'see. Always wuz 'n always will be. Excuses, I tell'ya. 'N a bit tipsy... iff'n y'know wut I mean. 'N mean! Wudna lemme 'elp 'er. Old coot. Jus' 'cuz 'er two days older'n me don' mean 'er can treat me dat way. Anyhoo. 'Er done dropt 'er ring in da coffee. 'Ad a fit 'er did, 'er did. It wudna been so bad... but... noooooo... When I fisht it out 'er teet' near bit me! Dentures. 'Er done dropt'm in da coffee too. Old coot. Laffin' 'n laffin' at me. |