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Blue Wing — Might Have Been A Bluebird   2 comments

Western Bluebird-0518 Framed blogWestern Bluebird — Image by kenne

I can’t think of bluebirds without thinking of Tom Russell’s song, “Blue Wing” — one of my favorite. Both help me see the sky above.

— kenne

Blue Wing by Tom Russell

He had a blue wing tattooed on his shoulder
Well it might have been a bluebird I don’t know
But he’d get stone drunk and talk about Alaska
The salmon boats and 45 below

He said he got that blue wing up in Walla Walla
And his cellmate there was Little Willy John
And Willy he was once a great blues singer
And Wing and Willy wrote ’em up a song. They said…

CHORUS:
It’s dark in here; can’t see the sky
But I look at this blue wing and I close my eyes
And I fly away beyond these walls
Up above the clouds where the rain don’t fall
On a poor man’s dream.

They paroled Blue Wing in August, of 1963
He moved north picking apples to the town of Wenatchee
Then winter finally caught him in a run down trailer park
On the south side of Seattle where the days grow gray and dark

And he drank and he dreamt of visions when the salmon still ran free
And his fathers’ fathers crossed that wild old Bering Sea
And the land belonged to everyone and there were old songs yet to sing
Now it’s narrowed down to a cheap hotel and a tattooed prison wing

CHORUS:
It’s dark in here; can’t see the sky
But I look at this blue wing and I close my eyes
And I fly away beyond these walls
Up above the clouds where the rain don’t fall
On a poor man’s dream.

Blue Wing by Tom Russel Video

Fall On The Aspen Draw Trail   Leave a comment

Aspen Draw Trail-978307200 blog TitleImage by kenne

Lonely ski slopes
off the mountaintop
surrounded by a 
forest of color, with
small brooks passing.

So it is with me 
to hike the Aspen Draw
up the slopes
under the fall colors — 
sun mingling with leaves.

Once near the top
a girl with yellow hair
passes by without
saying a word, not
knowing I was there.

A stranger to
everything

and everyone
just passing through
this lonely world.

— kenne

 

Relaxing By The Bay   2 comments

Relaxing by the Bay_art blogComputer Painting by kenne 

Spiritual enlightenment can be reached 
through relaxing in a thought bubble
causing a comfortable feeling with
being a completely ordinary person
becoming vulnerable to the world.

— kenne

 

A Passing Butterfly   Leave a comment

Painted Lady-0414 blog IIPainted Lady Butterfly — Image by kenne

I gently rub
my beard
in deep thought
distracted only
by an occasional
butterfly
passing by
in the middle
of the day.

I savor
the moment
rubbing 
white whiskers
navigating through
mind droppings
reaching out
to catch 
a falling star.

The desert sky
bluer than the 
bluest of blues
a backdrop to
sun-scalded red
creating visuals
turning to words
honed by the soul
itching to be scratched.

— kenne

Mountain Cabin   Leave a comment

Fall Colors 2014-4299 Cabin art blogSummerhaven, Mt. Lemmon — Computer Painting by kenne

Cabin in the woods
a place to be alone
imposing my philosophy 
on no one else, writing
words once forgotten
now for future thought.

Once erect, now bent
I stand with a head high
walking the nearby trails
where I stop a hiker
hoping I might share my
knowledge of the mountain.

Catalinas, Catalinas,
beautiful mountains
with your many biomes —
the queen of diversity
soon to be memories
in a time lost in my mind.

— kenne

. . . ?   Leave a comment

Untitled — Computer Art by kenne
(First posted, October 2008)

. . . ?

coffee
dripping
honey on the muffin

frogs
singing
refuse to jump

blues
crying
heat all around

skins
dragging
drop to show

result
correcting
reset question position

hubble
looking
big-bang theory

verdict
hiding
in fine print

whiskey
swallowing
barely enough

head
watching
monkey on TV

autumn
existing
between hot and cold

high
soaring
broken winged bird

depleted
circling
glass half full

kenne

Aspen Sun   1 comment

Fall Colors 2016 (1 of 1) Aspen Sun art blogAspen Sun (Mt. Lemmon) — Computer Art by kenne

Fall colors abound
Red, orange, golden yellow
With Douglas Fir green.

— kenne

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