Creek Reflections — Computer Art by kenne
Sky above,
water below,
or is it
the other way around —
it’s your call
in our upside-down
world.
— kenne
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Tanuri Ridge Sunrise 2 comments
Tanuri Ridge Sunrise — Computer Art by kenne
Morning
Why do we bother with the rest of the day,
the swale of the afternoon,
the sudden dip into evening,
then night with his notorious perfumes,
his many-pointed stars?
This is the best—
throwing off the light covers,
feet on the cold floor,
and buzzing around the house on espresso—
maybe a splash of water on the face,
a palmful of vitamins—
but mostly buzzing around the house on espresso,
dictionary and atlas open on the rug,
the typewriter waiting for the key of the head,
a cello on the radio,
and, if necessary, the windows—
trees fifty, a hundred years old
out there,
heavy clouds on the way
and the lawn steaming like a horse
in the early morning.
— Billy Collins
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Creosote Gall Midge — Computer Art by kenne
The creosote gall midge is formed by a gall-inducing fly which inhabits creosote bush. The life cycle begins when the female oviposits into the part of the plant where she inserts her egg along with a fungal spore. A gall forms and the fungal mycelium grows to line the inside of the gall when the egg hatches the developing larva feeds upon the fungus.
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Store Window 1 comment
Store Window — Computer Art by kenne
We all can see art,
only a few recognize it.
— kenne
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Autumn Sunset 1 comment
Autumn Sunset — Computer Art by kenne
Watching yesterday’s sunset
before hitting the road
headed west on I-10
to southern California
with millions of other
Thanksgiving Holiday travels.
Having made it safely
is now added to the list
of things for which
to be thankful —
a much appreciated
long list of gratitude.
— kenne
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Arizona Wine Country — Computer Art by kenne
Vineyards grace grasslands
Surrounded by rolling hills —
Wines and copper mines.
— kenne
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My Sonoran Rose Leave a comment
My Sonoran Rose — Computer Art by kenne
My Sonoran rose
A moment of encounter
Each and every one.
— kenne
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Vineyard 1 comment
Vineyard — Computer Art by kenne
Vineyards
When strolling through arbors
choosing poems to intoxicate you,
luxurious good taste demands
I select certain reddish vines.
Your shimmering petals
show succulence.
I desire to swallow you
like vivid heady lines.
— Cleatus Rattan
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Friends Leave a comment
Friends — Computer Art by kenne
Here not by a choice
She is young and beautiful
He old and prickly.
— kenne
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Eight Layers Leave a comment
Computer Art by kenne
Everybody’s talkin’ at me
I don’t hear a word they’re saying
Only the echoes of my mind
— Fred Neil, “Everybody’s Talkin'”
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My Lady — Computer Art by kenne
Mask
what secrets does
she hide
behind her face
of stone
knowing she is
not real
see the phony look
distant stare
a lonely pretender
hiding doubt
having given up
the search
now her life is
a fake
she accepts it
only to
exaggerate
false truths
still unable to
look straight
into my eyes
tears drop
kenne
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End Of Summer 2 comments
“End of Summer” — Computer Art by kenne
It is not in the world of ideas that life is lived. Life is lived for better or worse in life, and to a man in life, his life can be no more absurd than it can be the opposite of absurd, whatever that…
— Archibald MacLeish
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Taliesin West Art — Computer Art by kenne
(Thomas Davis is a lot of things to many people, but I know him primarily as a blogger and writer that I have been following for six years. Tom posted the following poem October 26, 2017, and I followed up with a request to post it here. Thanks, Tom. — kenne)
Ocatillo
by Thomas Davis
You feel them still, the desert ships:
Ocatillo, candle flame, white canvas rigged
Like sails triangular and luminous
Above the rose of wooden cabin blocks
That sail the mesa, bright ephemerals
Light driven, taut against the desert winds.
You walk in desert silences:
Sand, rock, a shimmering of heat,
The tall saguaros dark as masts against the sails,
The light blue of an early evening sky,
And feel the ships as desert devils dance
And time warps up an ancient ocean floor
Into these mountains dark with earth
And blue and lighter blue with distances.
And then the human metamorphosis:
The dry rose blocks of wood become the wall of stone.
The canvas light becomes the light of glass,
Of roofs that slant toward the magma heart of the earth.
I sit alone beside the stones
That make the medicine wheel turn.
The ironwood, palo verde, barrel cactus, cholla, dark mesquite
Surround me, wrap me in the light of sails,
White canvas luminous with flame.
I bunch my muscles hard against the mountain’s slope.
A mountain lion’s paws leave marks upon the earth.
Note: This was written a number of years ago when I was peripherally involved with the Frank Lloyd Wright Fellowship. This poem is about Frank Lloyd Wright’s creation of Taliesin West in Arizona.
Taliesin West — Computer Art by kenne
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At The End Of The Day 2 comments
“At The End Of The Day” (Puerto Peñasco)– Image by kenne
At the end of the day
I watch the setting sun.
At the end of the day
I can rest in the moment.
At the end of the day
I get nothing for nothing.
At the end of the day
I reflect on the day.
At the end of the day
I attest to my resolve.
At the end of the day
I am at one with myself.
At the end of the day
I give thanks for the living.
At the end of the day
I give praise to life.
At the end of the day
I capture the moment.
At the end of the day
I remember the moments.
kenne
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. . . ? Leave a comment
Untitled — Computer Art by kenne
(First posted, October 2008)
. . . ?
coffee
dripping
honey on the muffin
frogs
singing
refuse to jump
blues
crying
heat all around
skins
dragging
drop to show
result
correcting
reset question position
hubble
looking
big-bang theory
verdict
hiding
in fine print
whiskey
swallowing
barely enough
head
watching
monkey on TV
autumn
existing
between hot and cold
high
soaring
broken winged bird
depleted
circling
glass half full
kenne
