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Delicate Arch   1 comment

Delicate Arch-Archs National Park-art-72Delicate Arch, Arches National Park — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Arches

Under a moonlit sky
Stone arches tower above
Millennia in the making
Thoughts swirl through my head
Faster than the wind
Eroding my essence, like a smoothed stone
Shaping my being, sculpting my sense of self
Though the age old rocks whisper back
Only silence
For Mother Nature cares not for the trials of man
I am at the mercy of the beauty she created
Standing before me
In perfect silence

— Danny Strayer

Saguaro Cactus Are Being Destroyed By The Bighorn Fire   3 comments

Ventana Canyon - Clouds-Edit-1-art-72Lower Ventana Canyon (02/20/15) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

The Bighorn Fire has been burning for days in Ventana Canyon.
I love hiking in this beautiful narrow canyon. The lower part of
this canyon contains a lot of desert plants, such as the saguaro cactus.
This Sonoran Desert signature cactus is not adaptive to fire.
Thousands have already been destroyed by the Bighorn Fire.
It may take hundreds of years to return, if at all. Sad, very sad.

— kenne

Ventana Canyon (1 of 1)_Art-72Ventana Canyon (Note Invasive Grass in the Foreground) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Hopperesque   1 comment

Gruene Hall-72Gruene Hall, Gruene, Texas (6/17/07) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Gruene Hall live music

Sunday-dancing the two-step —

The Texas Blues Band.

— kenne

To Lean Back Into It   Leave a comment

Director-Edit-1-art-72Photo-Artistry by kenne

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

Ensenada Bay Sunset   1 comment

Ensenada Bay Sunset-art-72Ensenada Bay Sunset (01/07/07) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

The sea,

once it casts its spell,

holds one in its net forever.

— Jacques Cousteau

Saguaro Blossoms Art   Leave a comment

Saguaro Blossoms-art-72Saguaro Blossoms — Photo-Artistry by kenne

The lucky saguaro
survives the desert heat,
outliving the nurse plant
not knowing of its feat.

The patient saguaro
looks skyward at all hours,
until at age fifty
it produces first flowers.

— from The Mighty Saguaro by Debbie Emery

The House Was Quiet and The World Was Calm   Leave a comment

Yetman TrailAbandoned Desert House — Photo-Artistry by kenne

The house was quiet and the world was calm.
The reader became the book; and summer night

Was like the conscious being of the book.
The house was quiet and the world was calm.

The words were spoken as if there was no book,
Except that the reader leaned above the page,

Wanted to lean, wanted much most to be
The scholar to whom his book is true, to whom

The summer night is like a perfection of thought.
The house was quiet because it had to be.

The quiet was part of the meaning, part of the mind:
The access of perfection to the page.

And the world was calm. The truth in a calm world,
In which there is no other meaning, itself

Is calm, itself is summer and night, itself
Is the reader leaning late and reading there.

— Wallace Stevens

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/play/77051

Rio Favela Art   4 comments

Rio Favela-Edit-1-art-72Rio Favela — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Outburst

I don’t want to talk about war, but that’s what surrounds me,
I hardly went to study yesterday because I couldn’t walk through the favela.

It was said that it was for peace eight years ago, and today it
catches me reading a sweet boy’s post, with fear, fear, and agony.

Crying on your mother’s lap saying,” please save me from this cowardice. ” 

Agonized residents, closed shops and empty squares, machine-gunned
houses as if it were target shooting, seriously, how can I say good morning?

There is silence in the favela, but the soundtrack is still shooting, if I ask for peace
you send a bullet, then I ask for compassion.

Compassion for the kid who went there to buy bread, for the aunt
who is going to work because she is a single mother and for the boy
who is crazy to go back to school on Monday.

If it is still not enough, little by little more and more people will die,
and then what will become of our descendants?

I don’t want to be another survivor to die in this war of inconsequentials,
which kills mostly innocent people and treats the favelados as destitute.

And now it was over: the climate of insecurity settled in our mind.

— Sabrina “MC” Martina
(A 21-year-old poet, rapper, and cultural producer was born and raised in the Alemão favelas on Rio de Janeiro’s north side.)

Desert Corral   2 comments

Willow Springs Ranch-0008 art-2-72Desert Corral — Photo-Artistry by kenne

My days get longer

No cattle in the corral

Shadows barely bend.

— kenne

I See You   Leave a comment

Canyon AbstractI See You — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Look at us,
we look alike —
similar lines,
curves,
colors,
so much in
common.

We came together
seeking
to be one, 
asymmetry of 
differences
reflected
in the other
as a circle of one. 

Connected by
the rhythm
of wave lines,

slowly becoming
lost
in a moving maze —
drowning
in a sea of
self-indifference.

Look again,
our eyes looking
beyond the other —
connections weakening
in our

once upon a time
circle of one.

Our circle of one,
now a reflection,
a hurtful delusion
of what was,
leaving only
a few 
lines
connecting
the symmetry of
pleasure and pain,
vanished as a whole.

Fabric
of the whole
lost,
no longer
a balance
between
pleasure 
and pain,
now a distant
Dylan sound,
“Behind
every beautiful thing,
there’s some
kind of pain.” 

— kenne

Potted Cactus   Leave a comment

Jeri & Virginia VisitPotted Cactus — Photo-Artistry by kenne

 

Waiting For Summer Desert Rains   1 comment

Waiting for the Monsoon-art-72Waiting For Summer Desert Rains — Photo-Artistry by kenne

The clouds are stacking up high
In that clear blue afternoon sky
Turning the scorching sun to mere silver lining
Raising a cool hope in all desert being
Is that the long-awaited monsoon coming?
Who would know?
The wind blows westward steadfast
Giving the convoy of clouds a warm piggyback
But who knows when…?
The clouds will turn into precious monsoon rain
Or just evaporate spontaneously once again!

Oh monsoon rain
You kept us all in clear suspense
Desert being are dreaming of you for so long
Are you, or are you not visiting us soon?

The clouds have covered the June evening sky
Colored light brown like bowl of boiled rice
Signaling monsoon rain may be on its way
Sooner we can hope for something real nice!

— Tushar Ray

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