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Sunsets   1 comment

Red Sunset-Edit-2-72Sunset — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Sunsets

There are sunsets that whisper a good-by.
There is a short dusk and a way for stars.
Prairie and sea rim they go level and even
And the sleep is easy.

There are sunsets that dance good-by.
They fling scarves half to the arc,
To the arc then and over the arc.
Ribbons at the ears, sashes at the hips,
Dancing, dancing good-by. And here sleep
Tosses a little with dreams.

— Carl Sandburg

Art In The Canyon   Leave a comment

Art In The Canyon-B&W-72Art In The Canyon (Sabino Canyon) — Image by kenne

She rides the shuttle to Stop 8

Stepping off with her equipment

Setting up near the creekside

People relax in the spring sun

A perfect setting for the artists

One with a brush, one with a camera.

— kenne

 

 

He Plays To His Shadow   2 comments

Tombstone & Bisbee May 18 2012He Plays To His Shadow (Afternoon Drinks On the Copper Queen Saloon Balcony)
— Photo-Artistry by kenne

On A Bisbee Afternoon

he plays to his shadow
devotedly on his violin
nobody listens
love torturing itself
to rise above conversations
lost in discontent
limits of self-expression
a saloon window reflection

there is no tragedy
on the Queen’s saloon balcony
the smell of lavender
lingers from the ghosts
of the hotel whores
who are not indifferent
listening to classical strings
becoming a delightful moan

— kenne

Greater Roadrunner — Listen!   1 comment

Greater Roadrunner-Edit-1-art-Edit-1-72Greater Roadrunner Photo-Artistry by kenne

Listen!
The gravel verge bears a walker:
I hear chewing of shredded wheat.
Listen!
Birds call from dawn to sundown:
tedious mourning dove blues, 
cactus wren’s grinding starter,
darting quail high notes: Uh-huh-Uh huh,
Hey-you! alert – the thrasher arrives.
Listen!
Our homes hum tones tiny to tremendous; 
stretched and still in darkness,
I seek their source, finding some
in the pestling of brain, bones, molars.
Listen!
Attending too, to unfulfilled utterances:
hesitations, head dips, hand flutters,
the staccato of unsettled eyes and breath:
these voiceless notes of soul speak
of love or loss or the deep water strokes
of living without answers. 
Listen!
 
Listen! poem (c)2020 Deborah Chappa
(Used by Permission)

Two-Windows   1 comment

Tucson Folk Festival 2013Two-Windows (Tucson Arizona) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Go, go, go, said the bird: humankind

Cannot bear very much reality.

Time past and time future

What might have been and what has been

Point to one end, which is always present.

— from Four Quartets by T. S. Eliot

Anniversary, 2020   5 comments

Joy - Aniversary-72Joy, Happy Anniversary, May 18, 2020 — Image by kenne

Anniversary

A special dinner alone

Sheltering in place.

— kenne

 

Country Store — “What Can I Do For You Today!”   3 comments

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERACountry Store — Image by kenne

General Store

Someday I’m going to have a store
With a tinkly bell hung over the door,
With real glass cases and counters wide
And drawers all spilly with things inside.
There’ll be a little of everything:
Bolts of calico; balls of string;
Jars of peppermint; tins of tea;
Pots and kettles; and crockery;
Seeds in packets; scissors bright;
Kegs of sugar, brown and white;
Sarsaparilla for picnic lunches,
Bananas and rubber boots in bunches.
I’ll fix the window and dust each shelf,
And take the money in all myself,
It will be my store and I will say:
“What can I do for you today!”

 

— Rachel Field

Posted May 16, 2020 by kenneturner in Information, Photography, Poetry

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