Archive for the ‘Arizona’ Tag
Trees In The Wilderness — Computer Painting by kenne
Some Trees
These are amazing: each
Joining a neighbor, as though speech
Were a still performance.
Arranging by chance
To meet as far this morning
From the world as agreeing
With it, you and I
Are suddenly what the trees try
To tell us we are:
That their merely being there
Means something; that soon
We may touch, love, explain.
And glad not to have invented
Such comeliness, we are surrounded:
A silence already filled with noises,
A canvas on which emerges
A chorus of smiles, a winter morning.
Placed in a puzzling light, and moving,
Our days put on such reticence
These accents seem their own defense.
— John Ashbery
Dragonfly Grange ‘n’ — Image by kenne
This is my envoy to nothing
where I say Go, little poem —
not out into the world of stranger’s eyes,
but off to some airy limbo,
home to lost epics,
unremembered names,
and fugitive dreams
such as the one I had last night,
which, like a fantastic city in pencil,
erased itself
in the bright morning air
just as I was waking up.
— from “Lines Lost Among Trees” by Billy Collins
The Raven Calls — Grunge Composition by kenne
let me tell you
hell is built
piece by piece
brick by brick
around
you.
it’s a gradual,
not a rapid
process.
we build our
own
inferno,
blame
others.
but hell is
hell.
wordly hell is
hell.
my hell and
your
hell.
our
hell.
hell, hell,
hell.
the song of
hell.
putting your
shoes on
in the
morning,
hell.
— Charles Bukowski
Grunge Composition by kenne
Two-tailed Swallowtail, Just Grunge ‘n’ — Grunge Composition by kenne
You might cross your burning deserts
You might walk your path alone
And a sudden storm may blind you
Shake your spirit to the bone
Seeking shelter for a weary heart
A place to rest, a place to hide
Then somewhere down your troubled road
You find a place where love abides
— from “Love Abides” by Tom Russell
Desert Senna in Sabino Canyon — Images by kenne
Circle oF Rebirth
Holding with reverence
a thimbleful of earth
in my hands,
my mind wanders
to the day when
the worshipper becomes the worshipped,
new seed into the earth’s luxurious belly.
— Simone Bateman
Greater Roadrunners are usually seen running on the ground,
this roadrunner left the road for a nearby mesquite tree.
Images by kenne
Apple Annie’s — Grunge Art
The Columbine Wildflower, My Mountain Muse II
sometimes I whisper
to my mountain muse —
come to my place.
come tomorrow.
on the way home
I thought of her
the yellow strips,
the dividing line.
— kenne
Moon Glow II — Grunge Art by kenne
Sky High — Image by kenne
Sunset:
a name for a folder
holding moments captured
at the end of the day.
No moon. No stars.
Just clouds floating by,
directing the light show —
a new show everyday,
each deserving a poem.
— kenne
“Floating Mushrooms” — Image by kenne
These mushrooms
could be
on your wall
or
floating in your head,
either way
the mind games
keep on playing
each projecting
images in
space and
time.
— kenne
Abstract Art — Image by kenne
Real life with
lines
and shapes
in geometric
forms
to challenge
the necked eye.
— kenne
Yellow Wildflowers Abstract Art — Image by kenne
Flowers become supercharged
in the eye of the artist
adding to their beauty
only in the eye
of the beholder.
— kenne
Thurber Cinquefoil Grunge Art — Image by kenne
The Three Mushrooms in Marshall Gulch ( August 14, 2015) — Image by kenne
they watch me
take a photo,
or two —
trying different
angles
to get the best
lighting.
— kenne
Image by Phil Bentley
Trees In The Wilderness — Computer Painting by kenne
