Main Street, As Night Follows Day   Leave a comment

Main Street Rain (1 of 1)_edit art blogMain Street — Image by kenne

a poet in Conroe 

on the corner
looking down
main street.

 it was raining.

 I was in my
short sleeves.


but I like the rain.

I stood by a

nobody came by.

who would
on a night like this.

 maybe a poet
in need of
of this moment.

as night
follows day
it will happen.

some night,
just not tonight —

there will be a poet
in Conroe.

— kenne

Keep’n The Blues Alive   Leave a comment

bryan-lee2007-06-02-01keepingx blogKeep’n The Blues Alive — Images by kenne

Bryan Lee2006-06-10-22e_edit art blogNew Orleans Blues Man, Bryan Lee

Crossvine Trumpet Flowers   Leave a comment

Court Yard (1 of 1) - 1_edit crossvine blogCrossvine Trumpet Flowers In My Desert Courtyard — Image by kenne

Come blow your trumpets
Serenade in my courtyard
Music to dream by.


Desert Rosemallow   Leave a comment

Wildflower (1 of 1) art blogDesert Hibiscus — Image by kenne

Not yet open,
Still open just enough
To be tempting.

Slowly the pale paddles
Slide open exposing its colors,
Light lavender to light pink.

My cup of joy
A cradle of love,
Moment of bliss.

— kenne

Desert Wildflower Art — Look At Me   4 comments

Wildflower (1 of 1)-2 art blogDesert Wildflower Art — Image by kenne

background of soft
piano jazz
reflecting on
black mahogany
bringing to life
“look at me”
flower image
to the memories
with Misty
on my mind
on solitude —
it might
as well
be spring.

— kenne

Posted April 24, 2015 by kenneturner in Information

“Lay down these words . . .”   1 comment

7 Falls (1 of 1)-23 blogBear Canyon Creek, Santa Catalina Mountains — Images by kenne


Lay down these words 
Before your mind like rocks. 
                     place solid, by hands
In choice of place, set
Before the body of the mind
                     in space and time:
Solidity of bark, leaf, or wall
                     riprap of things:
Cobble of milky way,
                    straying planets
These poems, people,
                     lost ponies with
Dragging saddles
                    and rocky sure-foot trails.
The worlds like endless
Game of Go.
                   ants and pebbles
in the thin loam, each rock a word
                   a creek-washed stone
Granite: ingrained
                     with torment of fire and weight
Crystal and sediment linked hot 
                     all change, in thoughts,
As well as things.

— Gary Snyder

Snyder, Tucson Festival, Garage Gallery

Gary Snyder at the University of Arizona Poetry Center, 2010

Just Can’t Get Enough Desert Beauty   2 comments

Prickly Pear Blossom (1 of 1) blogPrickly Pear Cactus Blossom — Image by kenne

A rose, well, a rose was
just a prom queen standing still
for a photo. Mountain sunsets,
waterfalls, they were postcards to send
to good friends who trusted happiness
occurred, if at all, in other places.

— from the poem “Nature” by Stephen Dunn


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