Cactus Blossom Twins — Image by kenne
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Cactus Blossom Twins 4 comments
Another Cactus Blossom Morning 2 comments
“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.
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Time To Take A Break From The Madness: Love Is In The Air Leave a comment
“Love Is In The Air” — Image by kenne
Love Is in the Air
Love is in the air, everywhere I look around
Love is in the air, every sight and every sound
And I don’t know if I’m being foolish
Don’t know if I’m being wise
But it’s something that I must believe in
And it’s there when I look in your eyes
Love is in the air, in the whisper of the tree
Love is in the air, in the thunder of the sea
And I don’t know if I’m just dreaming
Don’t know if I feel safe
But it’s something that I must believe in
And it’s there when you call out my name
Love is in the air
Love is in the air
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Love is in the air, in the rising of the sun
Love is in the air, when the day is nearly done
And I don’t know if you’re illusion
Don’t know if I see truth
But you’re something that I must believe in
And you’re there when I reach out…
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Two Bees On A Cactus Blossom 2 comments
Two Bees On A Cactus Blossom — Photo-Artistry by kenne
“She had blue skin,
And so did he.
He kept it hid
And so did she.
They searched for blue
Their whole life through,
Then passed right by-
And never knew.”
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Cactus Blossom — Photo-Artistry by kenne
“No valid plans for the future can be made by those who have no capacity for living now.”
— Alan Watts
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Morning Walk Cactus Blossom 1 comment
Cactus Blossom — Images by kenne
I saw you on my morning walk.
Stopping,
I Thought such a little guy
to have such a big blossom.
Impressed,
I decided to take you with me.
Now,
you are always with me.
— kenne
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Cactus Blossoms — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Seeing an object
Increasing the light
Darkening the background
Changing the color
Distorting the shape
Adjusting the ratio
Introducing a bias
Creating a perception
Making a judgment
Forming a reality
Sharing the existence
Becoming an illusion
— kenne
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Cactus Blossom — Photo-Artistry by kenne
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Tanuri Ridge Beauty — Computer Art by kenne
A cactus blossom
greeting
early morning
walkers
as the sun rises
casting
long shadows
across
the Catalinas,
opening
not as a rose
lasting
for days
providing only
one brief moment
passing by
I share the
moment.
— kenne
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Look What I Spotted Blooming This Morning Leave a comment
“Morning Walk” — Image by kenne
The only way to make
sense out of change
is to plunge into it,
move with it,
and join the dance.
— Alan Watts
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Prior To The Mid-Day Heat 2 comments
One of twenty-four blowing early this morning on a day of record heat in the Sonoran Desert.
— Computer Art by kenne
A cactus flower
must be caught
in the moment
prior to mid-day.
— kenne (5-7-5)
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Cactus Blossom — Image by kenne
Photography
You have taken this picture a hundred times
and you will take it again when its as time comes.
Each flower is like a snow flake, unique to itself,
molded by the light and darkness of time,
given movement by the spinning wind and
moisten by the gentle desert winter rains.
Yes, the blossom may look familiar
because your mind’s eye is reminding
you of other intimate moments
when you were taken by its beauty, but
this time you bring new subjective experiences
of time adding to your excitement as you observe
the mystery and the awe of the cactus blossom.
— kenne
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Cactus Blossom — Image by kenne
There are no extra pieces in the universe.
Everyone is here because he or she has a place to fill,
and every piece must fit itself into the big jigsaw puzzle.
— Deepak Chopra
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Cactus Flower Outside Doctor’s Office 2 comments
Cactus Flower — Grunge Art by kenne
We have been spending a lot of time in doctor’s offices the last few months.
I have been storing thoughts in my head for a future poem as I stare at walls,
some with art, some in need.
At sometime in our lives we have all experience the anxious wait, whether as a
patient, parent, partner, or friend. If your lucky, you make it into your seventies
before the frequency of visits spikes above one.
At some time in the early nineties, poet Dave Smith wrote the poem, “Doctor’s Office”,
which was published in his book, Fate’s Kite — Poems, 1991 -1995. I find his poems very
enjoyable to read, maybe because they reach deep touching the southern boy of the
same generation. Just reading the titles in the Contents is for me, poetry —
The Innerness of Churchland / Wreck in the Woods / Selective Service, 1965 / Blowfish
and Mudtoad / Elegy for My Friend’s Suit / Nine Ball / A May of Your Small Town /
Breasts / The Endless Days of Sixties Sunshine / Watering the Dog / Onion Mother /
Nature Moment / Mississippi River Bridge / Irish Whiskey in the Backyard — and of course;
Doctor’s Office
There’s never anything good to read is there?
Only plenty of dated stuff, like deaths,
the usual missing page of Field and Stream,
its multi-color ads for bullets guns ruffed
grouse; also House Beautiful, foyer, parlor,
wings rooms like nobody’s home we know cheesecake
so good-looking seas will scab before any’s
on your plate; last year’s Time’s Man of the year,
the crisis still unsolved, the parent rag
no one reads, same place same people same movie
review, and who’s the sick person sits down and asks
what’s your pleasure? Nurse like the muse says you can go
in please your balls aching. Thanks. And no escape.
— from Fate’s Kite — Poems, 1991 -1995, by Dave Smith
You have to be patient to be a patient in a doctor’s office.
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Spring Cactus Blossom — Image by kenne
