May The Wings Of The Butterfly Kiss The Sun   Leave a comment

Southern California September 2012Two-tailed Swallowtail Butterfly On a Mexican Bird of Paradise. — Computer Painting by kenne

May the wings of the butterfly kiss the sun

And find your shoulder to light on,

To bring you luck, happiness and riches

Today, tomorrow and beyond.

– Irish Blessing


In The Shadow Of Death   Leave a comment

Tree B&W (1 of 1)-2 art sepia blogIn The Shadow of Death — Sepia Painting by kenne

The shadow of death
A passage of desert time
With birth at its feet.

Each day is blessed
With new replacing the old
For which we give thanks.

– kenne


Color Thee Green To Red And Gray   1 comment

Bear Wollow (1 of 1)-2 leaves_art blogColor Thee Green to Red and Gray — Image by kenne

Autumn is seeking the Winter coma
How quickly the years bud fades away
Bug ratty or Autumn burnt, singed
There are brown holes in Summer clothes
No longer green, they’re gone ash gray
A brumal vacuum inserts itself in the air
And how much of a seer must one be
To read Winter encroachment in all this
I can flip a coin and I cannot predict
Heads or tails with any accuracy but
I do know that the rising coin will fall
This much at least I can predict unerringly

– from Autumn Variations, by SPMackin

Father And Brother — Mercy Now   Leave a comment

Vanessa & Her Dad - Seattle (1 of 1 blog)

Lisa & Her Dad - Seattle (1 of 1) blogDedicated to Brother Tom (RIP) and Daughters, Vanessa and Lisa — Images by kenne

Marcy Now

My father could use a little mercy now
The fruits of his labor
Fall and rot slowly on the ground
His work is almost over
It won’t be long and he won’t be around
I love my father, and he could use some mercy now

My brother could use a little mercy now
He’s a stranger to freedom
He’s shackled to his fears and doubts
The pain that he lives in is
Almost more than living will allow
I love my bother, and he could use some mercy now

My church and my country could use a little mercy now
As they sink into a poisoned pit
That’s going to take forever to climb out
They carry the weight of the faithful
Who follow them down
I love my church and country, and they could use some mercy now

Every living thing could use a little mercy now
Only the hand of grace can end the race
Towards another mushroom cloud
People in power, well
They’ll do anything to keep their crown
I love life, and life itself could use some mercy now

Yeah, we all could use a little mercy now
I know we don’t deserve it
But we need it anyhow
We hang in the balance
Dangle ‘tween hell and hallowed ground
Every single one of us could use some mercy now
Every single one of us could use some mercy now
Every single one of us could use some mercy now

– Mary Gauthier

Moss Sporophytes Dance   Leave a comment

Bear Wallow (1 of 1)-16_edit blogMoss Sporophytes On A Log In A Mountain Forest — Image by kenne

moss sporophytes dance

alternating phases in

terrestrial life

– kenne


Gather Ye Rosebuds While Ye May   Leave a comment

Roses (1 of 1)art blog

Two Roses — Image by kenne


GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may,
    Old time is still a-flying :
And this same flower that smiles to-day
    To-morrow will be dying.

The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,
    The higher he’s a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
    And nearer he’s to setting.

That age is best which is the first,
    When youth and blood are warmer ;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
    Times still succeed the former.

Then be not coy, but use your time,
    And while ye may go marry :
For having lost but once your prime
    You may for ever tarry.

– Robert Herrick


Living Moments Down Where The Spirit Meets The Bone   1 comment

The Williams_Music_01Poet Miller Williams and Daughter, Singer/Songwriter Lucinda Williams — Google Image 


I have six Lucinda Williams albums, which is a lot for my eclectic music tastes. Her music is so introspective with words that come from “down where the spirit meets the bone” — a line from her dad’s poem, “Compassion” and also the title of her latest album, “Down Where the Spirit Meets the Bone.” The album begins with her adaptation of “Compassion.” 


Have compassion for everyone you meet,

even if they don’t want it.

What appears bad manners,

an ill temper or cynicism

is always a sign

of things no ears have heard,

no eyes have seen.

You do not know what wars

are going on

down there where the spirit

meets the bone.”

– Miller Williams

This two-disc album is, for me, her best. Like most of her music, it’s best listen to during quiet times — over and over, and over, over and over. 

In a September 12, 2014 Billboard article, Lucinda was quoted: 

“My dad was always adamant about the differentiation between poetry and songs,” Williams says. “In the past I’d send him a couple of things that I said, ‘Maybe this might be a poem,’ and he said, ‘Honey, I think this wants to be a song.’ I really want to look at some of his other poems and see if I can do that again.”

All I have to say is, what is it about those academic literary types that makes them the supreme judge of what is poetry? Listen to her songs, they are beautiful no matter what you may call them.

Leonard Cohen once said, “Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash.”  I hope Lucinda keeps spreading the ashes for a long time.



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