The Cloud Above, Death Below — Image by kenne
When death comes
The ribs are exposed
Standing tall.
— kenne
Archive for the ‘Saguaro’ Category
The Cloud Above, Death Below 2 comments
When death comes
Sun Bathing Saguaro Leave a comment
Sun Bathing Saguaro — Image by kenne
“The sky peeled back for a moment,
and a weak ray of sunset spilled over the scene
like the diseased eye of some forgetful god —
the light bearing with it cold in place of heat.”
― Luis Alberto Urrea, Into the Beautiful North
All Tied Up In Knots 2 comments
All Tied Up In Knots — Image by kenne
Sometimes
today’s world
makes me feel
all tied up
in knots.
— kenne
Cactus Wren Grunge Art Leave a comment
Cactus Wren Grunge Art by kenne
Once in every lifetime
a little bird may come
alone and forgotten
knocked down by the sun.
Every man may choose
to turn and walk away
or take the bird into his hand
and bid him stay.
— from “I’m Strong But I Like Roses” by Ron McKuen
Desert Grunge Art 1 comment
Desert Grunge Art by kenne
“The more a person knows of himself,
the more he will hesitate to define his nature
and to assert what he must necessarily feel,
and the more he will be astounded
at his capacity to feel
in unsuspected and unpredictable ways.”
— Alan Watts
Southern Arizona Winter Sunset Leave a comment
Winter Sunset — Image by kenne
One Liners
The dream at the end of the day, sided by tall cactus.
A dream I go back to every four years.
Broken cycles gathering tomorrow’s dreams.
Darkness comes first beneath the mountains.
Layers of orange and indigo-blue dye above blackness.
Stars moving in over a clear sky left by thieves.
Fresh lemons squeeze in a glass of tequila.
Little dark shadows with wings flying above.
An empty glass left on the white wicker chair.
Thoughts of tomorrow’s first cup of coffee.
I turn on the iPod connected to the Bose.
She in Houston, I in Tucson — a text message alert.
Little things, the makings of dreams.
Fun facts, or fake news?
— kenne
Death On The Trail Leave a comment
Death On the Trail — Image by kenne
This towering Saguaro, close to forty feet, fail across a trail near the Sabino Creek Dam. This big fellow had no arms even though it had to be well over 100 years old. There were no signs of disease so it may have just gotten too big for its root system.
kenne
