Archive for the ‘Poetry’ Category

Tom Markey Past Away on August 17, 2022, RIP   4 comments

Tom Taking A Moment to Rest Before Setting Up Camp on Mica Mountain (April 2012) — Image by kenne

Remembering So Much, Let So Little

We walked together as brothers
His a shuffled pace totaling
Many unnumbered miles
Remembering so much, let so little

Have known him for the last ten years
Reminding me of my brother,
It seemed like a lifetime
Remembering so much, let so little

When we first met
We were in a hiking group
For me, all were strangers
Remembering so much, let so little

He had that something
We all feel but can’t explain
As with the wistfulness of used books
Remembering so much, let so little

Hiking dusty trails, stirred only by our steps,
A soft breeze unable to lift
The dust above our boots
Remembering so much, let so little

Sharing a love of the wild
To hear sounds, see vistas
In the desert and sky islands
Remembering so much, let so little

He was born with a feel for the moment
Making use of the incidentals
Whether invited or not
Remembering so much, let so little

An eye for beauty and form
Where nothing is perfect
And everything is perfect.
Remembering so much, let so little

Always ready to go farther afield
Looking for new trails – such as
The Hidden Pasture Trail
Remembering so much, let so little

Meticulously researching new adventures
Was a hobby driven by the belief
One knows the country through direct contact
Remembering so much, let so little

Possessing a diverse love of life
Sharing stories of youthful conquests
As the sunsets only to be replaced by a full moon
Remembering so much, let so little

Dare not wave the punctual tissue of farewell
He would reply with an insouciant shrug
Therefore, I drink to you, my brother
Remembering so much, let so little

For this is a path we will all take
On the Hidden Pasture Trail
It’s all part of nature’s plan
Remembering so much, let so little

— kenne

Wild Burro Canyon In The Tortolita Mountains   Leave a comment

Wild Burro Canyon In The Tortolita Mountains (March 12, 2012) — Panorama Created By Merging Three Photos By kenne

These mountains were home to the Hohokam (550 to 1540 A.D.) as evidenced by the amazing petroglyphs carved into rocks throughout the range. We also know that Spanish explorers sought mineral riches for their crown in the 1540s, and there was a short-lived mining boom in the 1860s.
 

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I will see you at the rock,

the rock at the pass —

not till you are lost,

then you will find me

by the river 

sitting on the rock.

You starting point will be

the mystery of my loneliness.

— kenne

Yetman Trail Panorama   Leave a comment

Yetman Trail — Panorama by kenne

beautiful vistas 

where the desert speaks

by not disturbing

your solitude

— kenne

Turkey Vulture Down By Wash   1 comment

Turkey Vulture Down By Wash — Image by kenne

waiting to take off

turkey vulture down by wash

Instinct will say when

— kenne

Optical Illusion — Revisited   Leave a comment

“Optical Illusion” — Abstract Art by kenne

Virtual Illusion

Saturday evening light
Flashback to yesteryears,
Listening to the radio
Reading to a musical background.

Pausing the reading,
Surfing radio frequencies
Listening to the words
Of one-note talk shows.

Turning the dial to the left
Searching for painted words
A spontaneous overflow
Streaming powerful feelings.

Hearing words of choice and form
Words expressing the unspoken
Evoking times past
With times present.

Connecting, but questioning,
Who is this poet?
Line after line
Words shared in time.

How could this be?
Do I know her?
Read her poetry?
Heard her read?

Who is she?
Continuing to listen
Who is she?
Words replaced by silence.

Listening carefully,
Who is she?
Loueva Smith –
That’s it, Loueva Smith!

Knowing her name,
Time to Google —
Generating 21 results
One, DoubleTake #13.

Now I know
A virtual illusion
Figment of imagination
Arising out of nothingness.

But, just maybe
She does exist
In the middle
Of nowhere else to go.

Searching through office shelves,
There it was, DoubleTake #13.
Found, but not lost,
Words “…she had learned to keep quiet.”

— kenne (2008)

Curve-billed Thrasher Video   3 comments

This curve-billed thrasher was one of two on the neighbor’s ocotillo plant that I videoed in the following clip. — kenne

Chlorophyll captures hard radiation

My plumage explodes forth with colors bright

Transmutes into my dream’s pigmentation

In proud defiance of sun’s bleaching light

 

My plumage explodes forth with colors bright

I sprout a thousand flames rose tangerine

In proud defiance of sun’s bleaching light

Brush bold orange on the baked desert scene

— from Ocotillo by Tom Quigley 

Arizona State Butterfly   1 comment

Two-tailed Swallowtail, Arizona’s State Butterfly — Photo-Artistry by kenne

On the wings of time

Butterflies color the skies

As the seasons pass.

— kenne

Mill Gears Abstract Painting   3 comments

Mill Gears Abstract Painting (Burwell-Morgan Mill) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Massage wooden gears

old mill stones

powered by water

grinding raw grains 

still operational —

life is all about

how well we

shift the gears.

— kenne

Birds Near Tubac, Arizona   3 comments

Ash-throated Flycatcher Near Tubac Along The Santa Cruz River 

Ash-throated Flycatcher Near Tubac Along The Santa Cruz River

Lesser Goldfinch In A Mesquite Tree

Albert’s Towhee — Images by kenne

One of the birding trips I went on during last month’s Tucson Audubon Society’s annual birding festival was to Tubac,
which is located near the Santa Cruz River. These are a few of the better shots I was able to get while there.

Since I live in the Tucson area and often hiked trails in and around Tubac, most all the birds we saw I can see from my patio.
The major difference was being able to spend time with birders from all across the country and Mexico —
an interesting group of people, if you get my drift.

— kenne

‘Hope’ is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops – at all –

And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard –
And sore must be the storm –
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm –

I’ve heard it in the chillest land –
And on the strangest Sea –
Yet – never – in Extremity,
It asked a crumb – of me.

— Emily Dickinson

Southern Dogface # 7   Leave a comment

Southern Dogface # 7 — Image by kenne

The southern dogface is a common butterfly this time of year here in Tucson,
and they are especially attracted to the Mexican Bird of Paradise blossoms. 

Though nothing can bring back the hour      

Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;     

      We will grieve not, rather find     

      Strength in what remains behind; 

      In the primal sympathy    

      Which having been must ever be;

      In the soothing thoughts that spring       

      Out of human suffering;   

      In the faith that looks through death,     

In years that bring the philosophic mind.

— from 536. Ode Intimations of Immortality by William Wordsworth

Curve-billed Thrasher at Patio Bird Feeder   Leave a comment

Curve-billed Thrasher at Patio Bird Feeder — Image by kenne

As I sit on our patio
watching birds land
in near-by mesquites

before flying to the
olive tree on the patio,
then gathering the nerve

to bolt to the bird feeders.
They are not pleased
that I sit on the patio

with a camera in hand.
Soon, the desire to eat
takes priority over fear.

— kenne

Curve-billed Thrasher On The Wall   Leave a comment

Curve-billed Thrasher On The Patio Wall — Image by kenne

A curve-billed Thrasher

Looks at the camera’s eye

Bringing eye to eye.

— kenne

Roadrunner In Olive Tree   Leave a comment

Roadrunner in Olive Tree

Almost Blown Off  the Limb by Strong Gust of Wind — Images by kenne

Roadrunner on limb

Checking out the olive tree —

Ornate tree lizards.

Looking all around

A windy day in the tree

Safer on the ground

— kenne

Too Close To The Edge   Leave a comment

Tucson Basin, August 31, 2022 — Panorama Image by kenne

Blue sky above

a winding highway

on a sunkissed morning.

Tourists in rental cars

stop at Windy Point vista

climbing boulders

for a better view — 

children too close

to the edge.

— kenne

In The Desert, Only Golfers Walk On Grass   1 comment

Desert Golf Course — Image by kenne

Lizard don’t golf

Does anyone here remember
heat dancing off the sand
living land

the shifting dunes of september
now entombed in golf course green
so obscene

travelers came to see desert sights
searching for exotic places
empty spaces

stayed for warm days, star filled nights
building homes in paradise
closed eyes

banished the desert from its place
visitors need a permit to pass
keep off grass

Made a playground from the empty space
golfs a game anyone may play
they say

claiming a course is better than the desert waste
but the lizards who paid
never played

— Luann Pfost

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