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Arrival   Leave a comment

Joy Makeup-2-Edit-2-art-72Arrival — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Arrival

And yet one arrives somehow, 
finds himself loosening the hooks of 
her dress 
in a strange bedroom— 
feels the autumn 
dropping its silk and linen leaves 
about her ankles. 
The tawdry veined body emerges 
twisted upon itself 
like a winter wind . . . !

— William Carlos Williams

Sneezeweed Among The Ferns   Leave a comment

Sneeze Weed-2891-Edit-1-art-72Sneezeweed — Photo-Artistry by kenne

In among the ferns

Yellow daisy-like flowers,

The sneezeweed stand tall.

— kenne

 

 

Fool On The Hill   Leave a comment

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERASunset — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Time of The Heart

High above the shore
stands the fool on the hill

Watching the setting sun,
while chanting the reflection –

“Use me while you can,
for if you but blink,

I will be gone
no more on this watch.”

— kenne

Abstract Sonoran Sunset   2 comments

Sunset June 2, 2012 49 (1)-Edit-4-72-2Abstract Sonoran Sunset — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Everyday at sunset
the sky becomes a canvas
nature uses to paint the sunset.

Day and night come together
in a brief moment of silence
naked in the twilight hour.

— kenne

DeGrazia Sunroom   2 comments

DeGrozia GalleryDeGrazia Sunroom — Photo-Artistry by kenne

An open skylight

Equal parts broken sunlight

Is magical light.

Changes the rhythm

As colors move through the room

Giving soul to space.

— kenne

 

White-lined Sphinx Moth — Photo-Artistry   Leave a comment

White-lined Sphinx Moth-Art-72White-lined Sphinx Moth — Photo-Artistry by kenne

“I blush blue and exemplary
as it zips down to the river,
and flycatches the road’s more
ambiguous edges, pleats the ground
with all the markers of the year
into a half-circle of older silver lamps.”

— from The Gregory Quarter-Acre Clause by Medbh McGuckian

“As for women . . .”   Leave a comment

Joy Makeup-2-Edit-2-art-72-2“As for women . . .” — Photo-Artistry by kenne

I have always had a fondness for the gritty-romanticism of Charles Bukowski’s work. 

to lean back into it

like in a chair the color of the sun
as you listen to lazy piano music
and the aircraft overhead are not
at war.
where the last drink is as good as 
the first
and you realize that the promises 
you made yourself were
kept.
that’s plenty.
that last: about the promises:
what’s not so good is that the few
friends you had are
dead and they seem
irreplacable.
as for women, you didn’t know enough
early enough
and you knew enough
too late.
and if more self-analysis is allowed: it’s 
nice that you turned out well-
honed,
that you arrived late
and remained generally 
capable.
outside of that, not much to say
except you can leave without 
regret.
until then, a bit more amusement,
a bit more endurance,
leaning back 
into it.
like the dog who got across
the busy street:
not all of it was good
luck

— Charles Bukowski, from  “what matters most is how well you walk through the fire” 

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