Archive for the ‘Cactus Blossom’ Tag
Two More Cactus Blossoms — Image by kenne
Arizona Spring
The honeysuckle nectar is gathered with a buzz
Cactus flowers perform their sweet encore, just because
Sandals tip toe in short skirts, so busy are the eyes
Spilling ink are poets, minding minds of the wise
Love is in the air breezing through limbs and leaves
Newlyweds sniffing with mouths under dancing trees
Spring has sprung and love is singing everywhere
While country clocks crawl and standing still is Time Square
— Warner Baxter
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Our First Spring Cactus Blossom (March 31, 2023) — Image by kenne
“I’m an observer of life. I like to watch people, and I like to watch cactus.
I like to talk to mountains and communicate with my friends in the other spheres and dimensions.”
— Frederick Lenz
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Cactus Blossom Art by kenne
I feel that a real living form is the natural result
of the individual’s effort to create the living thing
out of the adventure of his spirit into the unknown
— where it has experienced something — felt something —
it has not understood — and from that experience
comes the desire to make the unknown — known —
Making the unknown — known — in terms of one’s medium
is all absorbing — if you stop to think of form — as form
you are lost — The artist’s form must be inevitable —
You mustn’t think you won’t succeed —
— Georgia O’Keeffe
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Variation On A Theme — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Variations on a Theme by William Carlos Williams
1
I chopped down the house that you had been saving to live in next
summer.
I am sorry, but it was morning, and I had nothing to do
and its wooden beams were so inviting.
2
We laughed at the hollyhocks together
and then I sprayed them with lye.
Forgive me. I simply do not know what I am doing.
3
I gave away the money that you had been saving to live on for the next ten
years.
The man who asked for it was shabby
and the firm March wind on the porch was so juicy and cold.
4
Last evening we went dancing and I broke your leg.
Forgive me. I was clumsy, and
I wanted you here in the wards, where I am the doctor!
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Cactus Blossom Art by kenne
Life in a flower
Just a brief moment in time
So life can move on.
— kenne
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Cactus Blossom — Image by kenne
I wait for the moment
I’ll return to the trails
as I did for twelve years
beneath Tucson’s blue sky
in some world of youth
and springtime. Give me,
Powers of the Universe,
the springtime but
spare me the child.
— kenne
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Patio Cactus Blossom — Bloomed Overnight — Image by kenne
“Love. In the best of times, it is a dream. In the worst of times, a salvation.”
— from “The Four Winds” by Kristin Hannah
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Cactus Flower — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Everyone has many associations with a flower —
the idea of flowers. You put out your hand to touch
the flower — lean forward to smell it — maybe
touch it with your lips almost without thinking —
or give it to someone to please them.
Still — in a way — nobody sees a flower —
really — it is so small . . .
So I said to myself — I’ll paint what I see —
what the flower is to me but I’ll paint it big and
they will be surprised into taking time to look at it —
I will make even busy New Yorkers take time
to see what I see of flowers.
— Georgia O’Keeffe
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Cactus Blossom — Photo-Artistry by kenne
The blossom opens and opens,
till it is no bigger than nature allows.
At darkness, the blossom embraces
its parts as in bed,
two sleeping lovers.
— kenne
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Cactus Blossom In The Utah Desert — Image by kenne
I dream of a quiet man
who explains nothing and defends
nothing, but only knows
where the rarest wildflowers
are blooming, and who goes,
and finds that he is smiling
not by his own will.
― Wendell Berry
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Image by kenne
The Moments That Count!
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Cactus Blossom — Photo-Artistry by kenne
When the ways
of friends
converge,
the whole world
looks like home.
— Hermann Hesse
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Cactus Blossom — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Life is like a cactus, prickly but very beautiful.
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Cactus Blossom Twins — Image by kenne
Another great way to start the day.
kenne
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“Another Cactus Blossom Morning” — Image by kenne
Cactus Flower
We flash victory signs in the darkness, so the darkness may glitter.
— Mahmoud Darwish
As the sun sets—we set our plan into motion.
Our sole purpose to overthrow
any assumptions, to change
the course of ordinary thinking.
Our work begins by speaking to darkness
and telling darkness soon:
we will demonstrate through the secrecy of stars,
earth’s magnetic embrace
how we can be many things at once.
So much of the work we do
is internal, goes unnoticed, uncompensated.
We get written off or not written at all,
labeled freakish, prickled,
rough around the edges.
We learn to thrive
in the dry humor of soil;
carry water in our bellies
to quench our own thirst.
We survive, over again.
Adapt. Even after being
carried in the beaks of birds,
dropped elsewhere,
far from our roots, we grow.
We flourish.
And when least expected, when histories
not told by us, for us, claims we are defeated,
we gather our tears as dew.
We release our anguish,
intoxicated by our own sexed pollen.
We burst,
displaying the luscious folds of our petals.
— Amir Rabiyah
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Becoming is Superior to Being 