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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.

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 Kåre *Delight* Enga
~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go.
~ Elizabeth Bishop
The Fish
September 9, 2025 at 4:51pm
September 9, 2025 at 4:51pm
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Resting-in-peace on a shoo-away-fly day, leaves fell, weary of dry heat. The sun peaked thru the haze but offered no warmth — or hope. Hoping to be consumed a cheery lemon-ginger scone jumped into someone's mouth. Stray thoughts were chewed by the lonely coffee-sipper: you too shall pass and be forgotten. Nothing happens to interrupt these ruminations. Life, once sought, sighs in the ennui of the shallow breathing of regrets: should'ves, could'ves, and oughts. The ghost of who-he-once-was cooing you should get up and shout! About what? The tree just shrugged and let go another leaf. He would leave soon enough. He turned to his inner child to say I'm sorry. The child embraced him and whispered, "takk for alt".

© Kåre Enga (9.septembre.2025)

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