Archive for the ‘Poetry’ Category

Dancing With The Wind   1 comment

Dance With The Wind 2016 art-Edit-3-72Dancing With The Wind — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Dancing with the wind
Little girls spin together
Laughing with each turn.

— kenne

The Good Fight   4 comments

Old Cactus (1 of 1)-2 Art_blog“It’s A Tough Life” — Photo-Artistry by kenne

The Good Fight

It is a tough life

In my second century

Giving the good fight.

— kenne

Double Bayou Blues   Leave a comment

Pete&John I-Edit-3-art-72Double Bayou Blues — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Strong winds blow
through bayou country
blues plays on.

— kenne

Decoding Poetry   Leave a comment

Virginia & Outer Banks 2013 142 Art Wave-Edit-2-art-72.jpgDown By The Deck — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Decoding Poetry

Poetry,
what is it?
Is it not all things
we experience —

Feelings?
Thoughts?
Ideas?
Wisdom?
Beauty?
Music?
Art?
In human existence?

Yet,
some claim
the words of poetry,
as if anointed
announcing to the world,
“I know the code!”

Poetry is not a code,
allowing entrance
only to a few
fettered and packaged
for the scholarly.

If I experience my life
in the words of another,
it is poetry?
For it is I
who holds the code
to my existence.

In the end,
there is no right
or wrong answer –
poetry is like dancing,
if it feels good,
do it!

— kenne

Posted June 9, 2019 by kenneturner in Information, Photo-Artistry, Poetry

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Human Beings Suffer   3 comments

cemetery-2218277_1280More Americans were shot to death by March 6 this year than died on D-Day. — Washington Post

Human Beings Suffer,

They torture one another,

They get hurt and get hard,

No poem or play or song

Can fully right a wrong

Inflicted and endured.

So hope for a great sea-change

On the far side of revenge.

Believe that a further shore

Is reachable from here.

Believe in miracles

And cures and healing wells.

— from The Cure at Troy, by Seamus Heaney

Arrival   Leave a comment

Joy Makeup-2-Edit-2-art-72Arrival — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Arrival

And yet one arrives somehow, 
finds himself loosening the hooks of 
her dress 
in a strange bedroom— 
feels the autumn 
dropping its silk and linen leaves 
about her ankles. 
The tawdry veined body emerges 
twisted upon itself 
like a winter wind . . . !

— William Carlos Williams

Sneezeweed Among The Ferns   Leave a comment

Sneeze Weed-2891-Edit-1-art-72Sneezeweed — Photo-Artistry by kenne

In among the ferns

Yellow daisy-like flowers,

The sneezeweed stand tall.

— kenne

 

 

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