
Old Work Boots In Bunk-House Window Near the De Anza Trail In Southern Arizona — Photo-Artistry by kenne
“Nothing lasts and yet nothing passes either,
and nothing passes just because nothing lasts.”
— from Everyman by Philip Roth
Old Work Boots In Bunk-House Window Near the De Anza Trail In Southern Arizona — Photo-Artistry by kenne
— from Everyman by Philip Roth
“Window of Yesterdays” — Photo-Artistry by kenne
The Window Of Yesterdays
Like Cinderella’s
Glass slipper
Only one shoe
Had the right fit.
In life’s early years
It took time
Searching
For the right fit —
Trying on
Many different shoes
Before the music
Brought us together.
I
Slipped into you
Tying you
To my body –
Knowing
Only you
Could get so close.
We
Have walked
Many miles
Not always in step
But at the start of each day
You were there.
You
Supported each step
Through the good times
When we danced together
And the bad times
When the music stopped.
Over the years
I knew
Where we were going
You knew
Where we had been
As our souls
Have now worn thin —
Broken
Held together by twin
Only now expressing
The secret face
Of our enter selves.
Having been seduced
By a lover’s
Darkest kiss
No longer laced together —
Merely to be left behind
In the window
Of yesterdays
Kissed only
By tomorrow’s sun.
— kenne
Window of Yesterdays — Computer Painting by kenne
Our Window Of Yesterdays
Like Cinderella’s
glass slipper
only one shoe
had the right fit.
In life’s early years
it took time
searching
for the right fit —
trying on
many different shoes
before the music
brought us together.
I
slipped into you
tying you
to my body –
knowing
only you
could get so close.
We
have walked
many miles
not always in step
but at the start of each day
you were there.
You
supported each step
through the good times
when we danced together
and the bad times
when the music stopped.
Over the years
I knew
where we were going
you knew
where we had been
as our souls
have now worn thin —
broken
held together by twin
only now expressing
the secret face
of our enter selves.
Having been seduced
by a lover’s
darkest kiss
no longer laced together —
merely to be left behind
in the window
of yesterdays
kissed only
by tomorrow’s sun.
kenne
Early Morning Hike – Image by kenne
— kenne
Hiking the de Anza Trail between Tubac and Tumacacori, Arizona, 20 miles north of Nogales, Sonora, Mexico — Images by kenne.
Bunkhouse Alone The De Anza Trail Between Tubac and Tumacacori in Southern Arizona– Images by kenne
Almost A Line of Poetry
— kenne