Archive for the ‘Poetry’ Category

Hacienda de los Santos Parlor   Leave a comment

Hacienda de los Santos Parlor-72Hacienda de los Santos Parlor (Alamos, Mexico) — Image by kenne

gate of our being, awaken me, bring dawn,
grant that I see the face of the living day,
grant that I see the face of this live night,
everything speaks now, everything is transformed,
O arch of blood, bridge of our pulse beating,
carry me through to the far side of this night….

gateway of being: open your being, awaken,
learn then to be, begin to carve your face,
develop your elements, and keep your vision
keen to look at my face, as I at yours,
keen to look full at life right through to death,
faces of sea, of bread, of rock, of fountain,
the spring of origin which will dissolve our faces
in the nameless face, existence without face
the inexpressible presence of presences…

— from “Sunstone,” by Octavio Paz

Nothing Gold Can Stay   1 comment

Golden Columbine WildflowerGolden Columbine — Image by kenne

Nothing Gold Can Stay

Nature’s first green is gold,

Her hardest hue to hold.

Her early leaf’s a flower;

But only so an hour.

Then leaf subsides to leaf.

So Eden sank to grief,

So dawn goes down today.

Nothing gold can stay.

— Robert Frost

 

 

Bougainvillea & Sunsets December 2012Sunset — Image by kenne

 

Prickly Pear Art   Leave a comment

Prickly Pear ArtPrickly Pear Art — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Did you ever

trip and fall

on a cactus?

Try hiking

Blackett’s Ridge

in the light of

a full moon.

— kenne

Bolivian Cholita Women   Leave a comment

BoliviaCholita Women In La Paz, Bolivia (08/19/19) — Image by kenne

City of the full moon & speckled dove, of breathlessness,
thin air spiked with smog & the clay-colored fingers
of La Cordillera Real cutting a serrated skyline
behind grey buildings. City of black-haired women,
stout cholas sharpening their eyes under
the curled brim of a bowler hat
tipped to one side, their shoulders swimming in shawls,
hips wobbling the hem of a bell skirt. City
of open-air markets where chilies spill from burlap sacks
wrapped around the vendors like colors in a palette
running from rust to buttercup yellow.

— from “Boarding an Overnight Bus – La Paz, Bolivia” by Marty Saunders

La Paz, Bolivia Buildings   Leave a comment

BoliviaLa Paz Buildings (08/17/19) — Image by kenne

Bolivia

Perhaps instead of expecting things
Expecting everything to end the way you think,
It is better to leave them to the unknown.
To leave them empty so as you travel,
As you evolve…
And the pages will follow.

— Andrea

Illimani As Seen from La Paz   2 comments

BoliviaIllimani As Seen from La Paz, Bolivia (08/18/19)– Image by kenne

The Legend of the Illimani and Mururata

The Legend of the Illimani and Mururata,

a story of mountains in which,

takes place in the middle of the Andes,

in a country divided by mountains,

Bolivia.

 

The Legend goes as follows,

long ago,

there were four lords watching over the Andes.

 

Huayna Potosi, Lord of stone

Illampu, Lord of light

Mururata, Lord of air

and lastly,

Illimani, lord of water.

 

They were ruled by the main god,

Viracocha,

who favored Illimani the most.

 

Mururata envied that Illimani was favored,

so much so,

that he started a brawl between him and Illimani,

that went on for years,

until Illimani had won.

 

As punishment to Mururata,

for causing too much trouble,

he was beheaded,

and his peak,

was left in the Andean plains.

 

If you look up,

La Paz, Bolivia,

you will come to find a beautiful mountain,

watching over the city,

that is Illimani.

 

— Marcelo_lelo12

Posted August 6, 2020 by kenneturner in Bolivia, Information, La Paz, Photography, Poetry

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Camphorweed Grunge Art Revisited   Leave a comment

camphorweed-1-of-1-3-grunge-art-blogCamphorweed (10/07/16) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

nature

is the cradle

providing a

dominion

for my images. 

each image

has its place,

putting down

roots

in wandering 

eyes

passing by.

— kenne

 

Bring On The Dragons   Leave a comment

Flame SkimmerFlame Skimmer Dragonfly — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Bring on the dragons

A bright red color on fire

Four transparent wings.

— kenne

Almost Missed Yesterday’s Sunset   3 comments

Almost Missed The Sunset-72Almost Missed Yesterday’s Sunset — Image by kenne

Apple Fire smoke

Makes for beautiful photos

Shades of red sunset.

— kenne

On the Grasshopper and Cricket — Keats   Leave a comment

Grasshopper On CactusHorse Lubber Grasshopper — Photo-Artistry by kenne

One of the many bloggers I follow is “The Parlando Project – Where Music and Words Meet,” where Frank Hudson presents short audio pieces, from 2 to 10 minutes in length, combining music and spoken word in various ways.

On July 31st Frank posted “On the Grasshopper and Cricket.” Click here to read Frank’s story on what lead him to combine music with the Keats poem and listen to the audio.

On the Grasshopper and Cricket

The Poetry of earth is never dead:

  When all the birds are faint with the hot sun,

  And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run

From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead;

That is the Grasshopper’s—he takes the lead

  In summer luxury,—he has never done

  With his delights; for when tired out with fun

He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.

The poetry of earth is ceasing never:

  On a lone winter evening, when the frost

    Has wrought a silence, from the stove there shrills

The Cricket’s song, in warmth increasing ever,

  And seems to one in drowsiness half lost,

    The Grasshopper’s among some grassy hills.

— John Keats

 

 

Empty Chairs In Waiting   3 comments

Getty Museum Art blogJ. Paul Getty Museum (06/17/04) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

O sun!

Why have you moved on?

A minute too early.

Water over the dam.

Umbrellas ready to fall.

Empty chairs in waiting.

— kenne

The Sea Contracts   2 comments

Outer Banks 2013“The Sea Contracts” — Photo-Artistry by kenne

The sea contracts.

Hurry, hurry!

The sea will get you.

Run, run!

I was not willing.

— kenne

 

Storm Fence   Leave a comment

Outer Banks 2013Storm Fence — Image by kenne

Today the sea is calm.

Shadows move on the sand.

Tonight the winds blow.

The moon on the water.

Moon beneath the winds.

Stars stay on the night.

— kenne

Crushed   Leave a comment

Outer Banks 2013Crushed — Photo-Artistry by kenne

I stood up to you

Yesterday.

What will I do

Tomorrow?

My heart goes away.

Blue Corpus Christi.

— kenne

A Butterfly Morning In The Mountains   1 comment

Western Branded SkipperWestern Branded Skipper — Image by kenne

Sunlight

on the forest floor

creating

a new life and

attracting

new life on the go —

buds not yet open.

— kenne

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