Archive for the ‘Dream’ Tag

Capturing The Moment — This Old House   4 comments

Alabama2006-11-13-47 Lincoln House This Old Porch II blog framedHouse In The Field Of Lonely Dreams — Image by kenne

Many lives,
shared this roof.
Many hands
worked the land.
Now forgotten
tired and worn
windows broken
doors unfastened
through which
no one enters
from the windswept
field of lonely dreams.


Early Morning Dreams: The Awakening And Starting All Over   4 comments

SCVN Nature_20111207_0503 Morning Dreams blog frameEarly Morning Dreams: The Awakening and Starting All Over — Image by kenne

“In art and dream may you proceed with abandon.
In life may you proceed with balance and stealth.
For nothing is more precious than the life force
and may the love of that force guide you as you go.” 

— Patti Smith, Early Work, 1970-1979

Capturing The Moment — “Lipstick Sunset”   8 comments

Rain Clouds August 2013“Lipstick Sunset” Image by kenne

Lipstick Sunset

There’s a lipstick sunset 
Smeared across the august sky 
There’s a bitter-sweet perfume 
Hanging in the fields 
The creek is running high 

And I left my lover waiting 
In the dawn somewhere to wonder why 
By the end of the day 
All her sweet dreams would fade 
To a lipstick sunset 

Well, a radio was playing 
And that ol’ summer heat was on the rise 
I just had to get away 
Before some sad old song 
Brought tears to my eyes 

And lord I couldn’t tell her 
That her love was only killing me 
By the end of the day 
All her sweet dreams would fade 
To a lipstick sunset 

Well it’s pretty as a picture baby 
Red and blushing just before the night 
Maybe love’s like that for me 
Maybe I can only see 
As you take away the light 

So hold me in the darkness 
We can dream about the cool twilight 
‘Til the end of the day 
I can make my getaway 
To a lipstick sunset 

Til the end of the day 
I can make my getaway 
To a lipstick sunset 

There will come another day 
Then I’ll make my getaway 
To a lipstick sunset

— John Hiatt
Rain Clouds August 2013
Rain at Nightfall — Image by kenne

Raining at nightfall
is a red lipstick sunset
followed by storms.

— kenne

Get The Picture — Revisited   2 comments

tom-get-the-picture-sunset-blog II art framedThomas R. Turner — Image by kenne

get the picture

who . . .
you are
is who you become
who you become
is who you are

what . . .
you see
is what you experience
what you experience
is what you see

where . . .
you are
is where you exist
where you exist
is where you are

when . . .
you appreciate
is when you know
when you know
is when you appreciate

how . . .
you think
is how you believe
how you believe
is how you think

get . . .
the picture
you will dream
get the dream
you get the picture

. . . get the picture


My Startdust Memories In Blue   Leave a comment

JoySunglasses Art II Update blue blogImage by kenne

my stardust memories

resisting replay

but for stardust of yesterdays

imparting time and place

gently massaging forgotten dreams

giving clues to

my stardust memories

fading for now

only reborn to imagination

touching the soul

engaging new moments

experiencing rapture

in the joy of our love

living yesterday’s stardust

the music of today’s legends

lighting our essence

upon which the future exist


(This poem was first penned December 23, 2005.)

Cat In Mountain Cabin Window Fantasy   Leave a comment

. . . a continuation from a earlier posting.

Cat In Mountain Cabin Window
(The last three verses.)

She dreams of walking roof lines

In her world of twisted colors

Turning one against the other

Jumping and swatting her muses


Locked in her dark world inside

Outside is her fantasy

Avoiding real world monsters

While sitting in her cabin


Dreaming about green shoes

Hairbrushes and pink ice-cream dishes

Then wishingthe world away

Kneeling to dream, dream and pray

(The last verse paraphrases Los Lobos’ “Kiko And The Lavender Moon”)






Explore, Dream, Discover   1 comment

Explore, Dream, Discover — Image by kenne

“Every man with a new idea is a crank until the idea succeeds…
Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed
by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do.
So throw off the bowlines.
Sail away from the safe harbor.
Catch the trade winds in your sails.

– Mark Twain (1835-1910)

Posted April 29, 2011 by kenneturner in Art, Education, Life, Poetry

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Capturing the Word — A Song of Silence   3 comments

Chris Duarte — Image by kenne

A Song of Silence

Music is
what enables you
in your work,
soothes you
when you rest
reminds you
of images past
of dreams yet fulfilled.

It is not the words,
nor the beat,
nor the instruments,
nor the relationships.
It is the rhythm
of the moments,
composed by the
silence in between.

— kenne

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