Archive for the ‘Computer Art’ Tag

Happy Birthday, Joy   3 comments

kennejoy2001-8-artImage by kenne

Photographs:

“things that remain to
remind us of what we were
before we were without that
which prompts us to remember.”

Queen Of Many Colors   3 comments

Joy@45Sawmill layers-Art blogComputer Art by kenne

I saw her to the south
a queen of many colors
on a bed of many riddles
young, yet slightly old
beneath her skin —
secrets in the shadows
from which revelation comes.

Who is this muse of revelation
when she passes through
the eye of the viewer?

— kenne

 

Desert Chicory Bouquet   4 comments

Desert Chicory-1303 art blogDesert Chicory Bouquet — Computer Art by kenne

For they spring fresh as the mountain flower
From the heart as pure and free
To my lips, and die for a word of power,
That would tell their depths to thee.
But like the flowers on the mountain side
That bloom through the wind and rain.
I will constant prove, whate’er betide,
Dear friend, though our paths are twain.

— from Mountain Flowers by Louisa Lawson

Bearded Penstemon Wildflower and You   1 comment

Bearded penstemon-2883 art blogBearded Penstemon Wildflower — Computer Art by kenne

 

You

missing, bone
hard the trees
seep their white
bloom through stem,
tendril, leaf.

And your beard:
light curling
through the sweet,
dark hair, all
blossoming.

How far do
these white clouds
reach, from here
to that place
you are now?

— from “Poems from Paradise” by Windy Barker

Pineneedle Milkweed Pod   Leave a comment

Pine Leaf Milkweed Pod-33 blogPineneedle Milkweed Pod — Image by kenne

umbel-like blossoms
leaving behind a seed pod
pineleaf milkweed
      seeds fly away from the pod 
            oh where have all the seeds gone

-- kenne

Extruded Art & Snyder Poem, “Water”   1 comment

Checkerspot-2856 extruded art blog IIImage by kenne

Water

Pressure of sun on the rockslide
whirled me in a dizzy hop-and-step descent,
Pool of pebbles buzzed in a Juniper shadow,
Tiny tongue of a this-year rattlesnake flicked,
I leaped, laughing for little boulder-color coil —
Pounded by heat raced down the slabs to the creek
Deep tumbling under arching walls and stuck
Whole head and shoulders in the water:
Stretched full on cobble—ears roaring
Eyes open aching from the cold and face a trout.

— Gary Snyder
“I am a poet who has preferred not to distinguish in poetry between nature and humanity.”

Hidden Dimensions In This Timeless World.   Leave a comment

Shadows and Sun (1 of 1)-2 art blogBayou Morning — Computer Art by kenne

Bayou morning
Draped in yellow
Limbs rough and dark
Whisper to the breeze
I listen to the stories
Of men dressed in rags
Only they know the way
For there are no paths
Through dark shadows
Hidden dimensions
In this timeless world.

— kenne

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