the turner boys — somewhere i have never travelled   3 comments

Turner Boyskenne and bobby — images by joy & kenne

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somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skillfully, mysteriously)her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the colour of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what is is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands

— e.e. cummings

My brother first shared this poem October 14, 2005, which was E. E. Cummings birthday.

Posted November 18, 2014 by kenneturner in Art, Family, Information, Life, Photography, Poetry, video

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3 responses to “the turner boys — somewhere i have never travelled”

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  1. I love these photos!

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    willowdot21
    November 18, 2014 at 11:41 am

  2. Reblogged this on Becoming is Superior to Being and commented:

    In memory of Thomas Robert Turner, who passed away November 13, 2014. — kenne

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    kenneturner
    November 27, 2017 at 1:11 pm

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