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California Dreams   Leave a comment

California Dreams — HDR Image by kenne

California Dreams

If you want to dream and live come with me
I’ll take you to a place so beautiful
We’ll both escape and go over there
If you don’t want to dream then you can stay here

Hollywood realizes your dreams in front of a green screen
We’ll see the sunset and forget about wars
Come to California with me my queen
You could think that the world is yours

You’ll see stars not in the sky, but in bars
Huge skyscrapers that are not buildings
You’ll forget about all your scars
Come to California with me girl

Record your own life story in a studio
You’ll meet some people that are so hooked on drugs
It has its disadvantages, but I liked it
Let’s realize our California dreams

— Raul Luna

Cactus Wren On Saguaro   1 comment

Cactus Wren On Saguaro — Image by kenne

Cactus wren stops to

Survey her territory

Before moving on.

— kenne

Ocotillo Blossom Art   2 comments

Ocotillo Blossom — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Ocotillo art

Outline of the real thing

That’s what I call it.

— kenne

Nature Abstract   Leave a comment

Nature Abstract by kenne

Is it so small a thing

To have enjoyed the sun,

To have lived light in the spring,

To have loved, to have thought, to have done;

To have advanced true friends, and beat down baffling foes?

— Matthew Arnold

White-winged Dove On Saguaro   1 comment

White-winged Dove On Saguaro — Image by kenne

Alexa, shuffle my Pandora stations —

I stream music most of the day,

sometimes it becomes indistinct,

like the sound of wind chimes, 

the cooing of white-wing doves. 

Alexa, stop!

— kenne

Boat By Pier   2 comments

Boat by Pier — Photo-Artistry by kenne

They were beautiful in the clear early light—
red, yellow, blue and green—
is all I wanted to say about them,
although for the rest of the day
I pictured a lighter version of myself
calling time through a little megaphone,
first to the months of the year,
then to the twelve apostles, all grimacing
as they leaned and pulled on the long wooden oars.

— from Brightly Colored Boats on the Banks of the Charles by Billy Collins

What’s Going On In There?   Leave a comment

Two Windows — Image by kenne

Huffy Henry hid the day,
unappeasable Henry sulked.
I see his point,—a trying to put things over.
It was the thought that they thought
they could do it made Henry wicked & away.
But he should have come out and talked.

All the world like a woolen lover
once did seem on Henry’s side.
Then came a departure.
Thereafter nothing fell out as it might or ought.
I don’t see how Henry, pried
open for all the world to see, survived.

What he has now to say is a long
wonder the world can bear & be.
Once in a sycamore I was glad
all at the top, and I sang.
Hard on the land wears the strong sea
and empty grows every bed.

— John Berryman 

Blooming Saguaro   Leave a comment

Blooming Saguaro — Image by kenne

Blooming saguaro

A clear shot with pristine light

I see these presences.

— kenne

Mourning Doves Wait   2 comments

Mourning Doves Wait — Image by kenne

The doves wait

in a tree near 

the bird feeder

until I leave my

chair on the patio.

— kenne

 

The Existential Man Would Have Been 81 Today   2 comments

Tom Turner in an Existential Moment — Image by kenne

“If thought corrupts language,
language can also corrupt thought.”

— George Orwell

He gazes through the 
rained soaked window
into his confused mind.

Lonely in the moment
turning his head away
from my open hand.

He was not prepared
to be rejected and
broken up by life.

— kenne

 

Cedar Waxwings   3 comments

Cedar Waxwings — Image by kenne

I can see them spacing 

to find room, looking

so much alike it’s nearly 

impossible to count them.

— kenne

Playing To An Audience Of One, Himself   1 comment

He 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

I Walked The Mountain Trail   Leave a comment

Carpenter Bee On Fleabane Wildflower   1 comment

Carpenter Bee On Fleabane Wildflower — Image by kenne

There’s a lot to notice

on the morning walks 

in the spring. But what 

strikes me in a special way

are all the flowers —

a reason to take my camera.

— kenne

Sunset Photo   2 comments

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