Chase Morris — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Love is itself unmoving,
Only the cause and end of movement,
Timeless, and undesiring
Except in the aspect of time
Caught in the form of limitation
Between un-being and being.
— Four Quarters by T.S. Eliot
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Love Is Itself Unmoving 5 comments
Hummmmmmm! Leave a comment
Hummmmmmm! — Photo-Artistry by kenne
. . . I got up this morning thinking,
“If information were food,
how healthy is my diet?”
Hummmmmmm!
Maybe it’s time to
improve my diet!
— kenne
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Morning Walk Cactus Blossom 1 comment
Cactus Blossom — Images by kenne
I saw you on my morning walk.
Stopping,
I Thought such a little guy
to have such a big blossom.
Impressed,
I decided to take you with me.
Now,
you are always with me.
— kenne
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“Original Pat Green” 2 comments
“Original Pat Green” (2004)– Photo-Artistry by kenne
Like so many people the past St. Patrick’s Day, we were sheltered-in-place and missed celebrating the 17th the only way it should be, with friends. So I turned to the many photos of St. Patrick’s Day I have taken over the years, and I have many. At first, I was thinking about doing a collage, but then I found this one of a friend, Patrick A. Green. Starting in 1995, Pat and friends would meet on the Court House Square in Conroe, parade around the Square, and party at the Corner Pub on the Square.
Pat practiced law in Conroe for 43 years, retiring in 2015. A man of limitless generosity, the “Original Pat Green,” gave freely of whatever he had to whomever he met. With unbridled enthusiasm for his Irish and Cajun heritage, Pat could host a party unlike any other. Through his magnanimous spirit and disarming humor, he possessed an extraordinary ability to bring people together.
Pat died on July 12, 2016. He was an original, and I’m blessed to have known him. Somewhere in the universe, he is still partying!
— kenne
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Sabino Creek Has Two Ducks Leave a comment
Sabino Creek Has Two Ducks — Image by kenne
Sabino creek has two ducks.
Winter rains and spring
Snowmelt on the mountains
Increasing the streamflow
Of a frequently dry creek
Attracting additional waterfowl.
— kenne
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A Desert Morning And Poetry In The Age Of Novel Coronavirus Leave a comment
A Desert Morning In The Age Of Novel Coronavirus — Image by kenne
Midnight poems are bicycles
Taking us on safer journeys
Than jets
Quicker journeys
Than walking
But never as beautiful
A journey
As my back
Touching you under the quilt
Midnight poems
Sing a sweet song
Saying everything
Is all right
Everything
Is
Here for us
I reach out
To catch the laughter
The dog thinks
I need a kiss
Bicycles move
With the flow
Of the earth
Like a cloud
So quiet
In the October sky
Like licking ice cream
From a cone
Like knowing you
Will always
Be there
All day long I wait
For the sunset
The first star
The moon rise
I move
To a midnight
Poem
Called
You
Propping
Against
The dangers
— Bicycles by Nikki Giovanni
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Let’s Think Spring 2 comments
“Let’s Think Spring” — Image by kenne
