Moss Sporophytes On A Log In A Mountain Forest — Image by kenne
moss sporophytes dance
alternating phases in
terrestrial life
— kenne
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Moss Sporophytes Dance 2 comments
Red, Hot 4th of July Blues 1 comment
“Red, Hot & Blues” — Image by kenne
Those red, hot and blues
Make me wanna drink and dance
To the morning light.
kenne
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Dancing Water Muses 3 comments
ever festival
has dancing muses
dancing
because that’s what they do —
I know, I was there
feeling the energy
creative energy
calling
the dancing muse
she appears
always colorful,
always free
not confined
to life’s rules
an expression of life
streaming
feelings of Duende
down the centuries
from the ancient muse,
Terpsichore
we drink
the playful spirit
delighting
a perpetual thirst
plucking the chords
inside the soul
— kenne
Images Captured At The Tucson Fold Festival by kenne
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Capturing The Moment — Fairy Duster and Bee 7 comments
Fairy Duster Wildflower and Visiting Bee — Image by kenne
The fairy duster
loves to dance
moving to the beat
of the breeze
she attracts
dancing partners —
passing bees.
kenne
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Dance With The Wind 2 comments
“Dance With The Wind” — Image by kenne
Dance with the Wind
I don’t remember the first time I was asked,
“What do you want to be when you grow up?”
However, I do remember it was not the last,
Each time dancing out who I wanted to be.
The image of my being transformed through the movement,
More than motion, more than a reflex, it was a feeling.
In my youthful freedom of expression, adults loved the movement,
An awareness of freedom often lost in their youth.
With age, answering the question became more difficult,
Movement seemed to lose feeling as if going through the motions.
I became more under the influence of fashion,
Unaware of the freedom evoked by experiencing the feeling.
Through schooling, I mastered well the steps of the dance,
With each step, my field of vision became narrower.
The more I did the steps, the better I dealt with the known,
Unaware of self-imposed limitations placed on the unknown.
Going through the movement was not without the guiding music of my
Mother’s words, “…always act with class,” are playing in the background.
The music of these caring words handed me a line to the kite of life,
Without it, I would not be able to dance with the wind.
Doing my best to hang on to the lifeline,
I soon learned the wind was my friend.
Without an alliance with the wind, the music
Was diminished of any feeling for the dance.
By maintaining an alliance with the environment,
Every step in the dance is in movement with the music of life.
Once again, others can see the feeling of movement,
Living the purpose of life through becoming.
Becoming is understanding the essence of being,
Dancing in the wonder of things all around,
Moving in the midst of existence,
The dance always new, personal, and alive.
— kenne
(A draft of this poem was first written December 2000.)
