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Archive for the ‘Computer Art’ Tag
Happy Birthday, Joy 3 comments
“things that remain to
Queen Of Many Colors 3 comments
Computer 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 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 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
Pineneedle 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
Image 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
Bayou 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
