Enga mellom fjella

Three coffins

Three coffins

Numb at 31,
I drone in monosyllables,
no, no, yes, no,
my one note song.
This dirge will never purge the pain within me.
Like Frida Kahlo
I lay impaled;
they tried to save me:
took my uterus,
three feet of gut,
five pints of blood,
my mind.
Yet I remain unnamed in that damn headline:
"3 Children Die In Car Crash,
Mother Survives".

         Three coffins,
         me in the hospital,
         no one survived.

© Kåre Enga 2008 [164.539b] 2008-02~17

Based on the quoted headline (probably a national story, just can't remember which). And the famous images that Frida Kahlo painted about her impalement. I was rear ended in 1988 and had a rough time with memory for quite a long while.

A very good link on Frida: http://fbuch.com/fridaby.htm

"The Broken Column" is only one of many paintings that portray the event and its significance.

IMAGES and MUSINGS:

Song of the breeze; hidden unrecognized bird twitters; clack of the chimes; hurry of robin over the lawn; scurry of remnant leaves; swirl of droplets; roar of the sky; anger of cloud-tops hidden by grey; buds furry and swelling; oaks not fooled, holding on to pale rags; slant of the rain; 3 boys in shorts dunking baskets.

A thought:

I'd rather live among dumb, kind and tolerant people than smart heartless head-cases.

ME:

Slept in; silly me! It dawned warm and sunny then become windy and grey. Probably went over 70 today; tonight thunder and a threat of twisters; tomorrow snow.

Forgot to put booklets in my backpack. Therefore I'm at Z's and can't give any out. . Yesterday at Aimee's I gave two to Yara, Rocio's friend from Lisboa, Portugal. Maybe she'll send one home!

I started Book 17 of my Journal because I ran out of pages for Book 16 (Winter). I may make this one just cover the next 19 days and then use the extra pages for "prose poems", "haibun", "letters" ... that kind of stuff. Maybe get a green one for Book 18 (Spring)? I'm on page 1566 today.

Ate black-eyed peas cooked with a sliced hot dog and served over melted buttered cornbread.

Not much else, go read last blog and look at the pictures of Montana! And comment! There are more in the album on-line here and many more that don't have what it takes to be shared. . Oh, how I wish for a digital!

Kansas: 67º and threatening.

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