Archive for the ‘Desert Scene’ Tag
Pen and Color Desert Scene by kenne
Sonnet 73
That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou see’st the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west;
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death’s second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see’st the glowing of such fire,
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,Desert
As the death-bed, whereon it must expire,
Consumed with that which it was nourish’d by.
This thou perceiv’st, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well, which thou must leave ere long.
— William Shakespeare
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“Desert Scene” — Photo-Artistry by kenne
“The sky above, the mud below
The wind and rain, the sleet and snow
Two horse thieves from Mexico
Drinkin’ hard and singin'”
— from “The Sky Above, The Mud Below” by Tom Russell
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Desert Scene Painting — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Art does not reproduce what we see; rather, it makes us see.
— Paul Klee
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“Time present and time past . . .” — Image by kenne
Time present and time past
Are both perhaps present in time future
And time future contained in time past.
If all time is eternally present
All time is unredeemable.
What might have been is an abstraction
Remaining a perpetual possibility
Only in a world of speculation.
What might have been and what has been
Point to one end, which is always present.
Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened
Into the rose-garden. My words echo
Thus, in your mind.
— T. S. Eliot
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Desert Scene: Another Four-Letter Word for Life Is Path — Image by kenne
My Desert Places
All desert trails lead to the sky
With every step on the path
“Closing on all points of the compass,”
Each becoming a projection of self,
Empty only if your inner space is empty,
A wasteland, only if you reject its warmth —
So much to give, so much to take away.
I give thanks to its open spaces
Where being along is only a state of mind.
Distance opens to the clear skies,
I can see as far as the eye allows
Bringing close that which is far away
Providing a mental compass on a cloudy day
Always connecting with my desert places.
— kenne
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Desert Scene — Image by kenne
A Place of peace !
The desert place in its original form,
is not a mere heaps of sands,
but it depicts various images of life,
its presence is either human’s willpower
nor absence is a war against the enemy,
but this power takes different forms.
For me desert means
a place of peace,
where human and animals
dwells lives harmoniously;
In all cases,
the desert is a platform ,
whether a life threat
or a life drought ,
and it has it’s own different
shapes and sounds !
— Williamsji Maveli
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Becoming is Superior to Being 