Archive for the ‘Poetry’ Category

An Abstract From 2007   1 comment

Abstract Art (Feburary 6, 2007) by kenne

A first exercise

Practicing different skills

Shapes, colors, and lines.

— kenne

Cloudless Surphur Butterfly Painting   Leave a comment

Cloudless Surphur Butterfly Painting by kenne

post-monsoon season

butterflies are everywhere

green and yellow posts

— kenne

Life and Death in Sabino Canyon   Leave a comment

Life and Death in Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne

First/Last Meditation

Time
is in night’s colors.
Quiet night.
Over enormous moons,
eternity
is set at twelve.
Time’s gone to sleep
forever
in his tower.
All clocks
deceive us.
Time at last has
horizons.

— Federico Garcia Lorca

The Flower That Smiles Today   Leave a comment

Western Sneezeweed — Image by kenne

The flower that smiles to-day
To-morrow dies;
All that we wish to stay
Tempts and then flies.
What is this world’s delight?
Lightning that mocks the night,
Brief even as bright.

— from The Flower That Smiles Today by Percy Shelley

Orange Sulphur Butterfly — The Brightside of Darkness   1 comment

Orange Sulphur Butterfly — Photo-Artistry by kenne

The Brightside of Darkness

Sneezeweed Art   Leave a comment

Sneezeweed Art by kenne

Green to blue

Yellow to orange

New to old

— kenne

Chasing Life’s Horizons   Leave a comment

Hiking Rock Creek Trail (August 6, 2006) — Images by kenne

Chasing Life’s Horizons

Ain’t nothing better

than hiking through

a window in the sky —

the air is fresh,

the sky is blue,

a magical mystery

in a world of horizons

far as the eye can see.

Chased by every hiker,

a vision soon left behind

only to be replaced

by another, another 

magical mystery.

— kenne

Rock Creek is a beautiful Eastern Sierra backcountry canyon in the John Muir Wilderness (Jerry, George, and Kenne, August 6, 2006)

“Art is the funnel, as it were, through which spirit is poured into life.”

― Thomas Mann

Let Us Build Bridges   1 comment

Selma, Alabama is the Ninth Poorest City in Amarica Per Capital (August 10, 2021)
Selma Gave America the Right to Call Itself A Democracy

We still have many bridges to CROSS,
So come on ya’ll and LET US!

Let us start, Yes you and me
With a simple and easy decree,
To do something simple, EVERYDAY,
To uplift Ourselves and Our Families,
In small, Nugget-size Ways!

So,

When STONES are THROWN to Slay
Us ALL,
We Must, We WILL, We SHALL, build
bridges instead of walls!

And so,

We catch their stones and build
bridges of Respect and LOVE for
Ourselves, Our Families, and ALL
Communities who share this World!

We catch their stones and build 
bridges because, EVERYONE 
matters equally in the World!

— from “REFLECTING on Selma Alabama” by D. Olivia Jones

Hiking Box Camp Trail   Leave a comment

Hiking Up Box Camp Trail In The Santa Catalina Mountains — Image by kenne

The Tucson basin

Santa Rita’s to the south

Hiking Box Camp trail

 

Leaving the tall pines

An existential moment

Illumination

— kenne


Last Day In Short Pump — Mission Accomplished   4 comments

Cayden, Audrey, Joy, Robin, and Cayla (August 15, 2021) — Images by kenne

With the arrival of Robin late afternoon on the 15th, we were able to spend time with all the Morris grandchildren —
missioned accomplished! This image captured the shared pleasure of all, especially that of grandma, Joy.

Cayla practicing her new found skill of tying bows

Kenne and Cayla in Backyard — Image by Joy

While spending time with the Morris’s, we were able to spend most of our time outside. When we were inside, we wore masks.

Cayden and Cayla

Children of the pandemic

Very accepting

— kenne

Golden Columbine On Box Camp Trail   1 comment

Golden Columbine On Box Camp Trail (Santa Catalina Mountains) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Mountain rains

bring out wildflowers

yellow and orange

in a sea green.

— kenne

Sullivan Island Beach Scene   1 comment

Sullivan’s Island Beach — Photo-Artistry by kenne

"Let me disclose the gifts reserved for age
   To set a crown upon your lifetime's effort. 
   First, the cold friction of expiring sense
Without enchantment, offering no promise 
   But bitter tastelessness of shadow fruit 
   As body and soul begin to fall asunder.
Second, the conscious impotence of rage 
   At human folly, and the laceration 
   Of laughter at what ceases to amuse.
And last, the rending pain of re-enactment 
   Of all that you have done, and been; the shame
   Of motives late revealed, and the awareness
Of things ill done and done to others' harm
   Which once you took for exercise of virtue."

-- T. S. Eliot, Four Quartets


Pipevine Swallowtail Butterfly   Leave a comment

Pipevine Swallowtail Butterfly — Images by kenne

my symbol of life

rests on a nearby flower

wings keep on moving

— kenne

Cloudless Sulphur Butterfly Art   1 comment

Cloudless Sulphur Butterfly Art — Photo-Artistry by kenne

“Thou winged blossom, liberated thing,
What secret tie binds thee to other flowers,
Still held within the garden’s fostering?
Will they too soar with the completed hours,
Take flight, and be like thee
Irrevocably free,
Hovering at will o’er their parental bowers?

Or is thy luster drawn from heavenly hues,—
A sumptuous drifting fragment of the sky,
Caught when the sunset its last glance imbues
With sudden splendor, and the tree-tops high
Grasp that swift blazonry,
Then lend those tints to thee,
On thee to float a few short hours, and die?”

— from Ode to a Butterfly by Thomas Wentworth Higginson

Dragonfly: On The Road, Charleston, South Carolina   Leave a comment

Dragonfly: On the Road, Charleston, South Carolina (August 12, 2021) — Image by kenne

spotted at a far

zooming in on the moment

captured in my time

— kenne

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