
Raven — Grunge Art by kenne
Nevermore its name
A fittingly cloudy day
Deep into darkness.
— kenne
Raven — Grunge Art by kenne
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Lanceleaf Goldeneye — Grunge Art by kenne
Persevere
— from the Children’s Book of Virtues
Geometric Grange Art by kenne
Final Soliloquy of the Interior Paramour
Light the first light of evening, as in a room
In which we rest and, for small reason, think
The world imagined is the ultimate good.
This is, therefore, the intensest rendezvous.
It is in that thought that we collect ourselves,
Out of all the indifferences, into one thing:
Within a single thing, a single shawl
Wrapped tightly round us, since we are poor, a warmth,
A light, a power, the miraculous influence.
Here, now, we forget each other and ourselves.
We feel the obscurity of an order, a whole,
A knowledge, that which arranged the rendezvous.
Within its vital boundary, in the mind.
We say God and the imagination are one …
How high that highest candle lights the dark.
Out of this same light, out of the central mind,
We make a dwelling in the evening air,
In which being there together is enough.
— Wallace Stevens
Camphorweed (10/07/16) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
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Male Phainopepla — Grunge Art by kenne
Most phainopeplas spend the summers feeding on insects up in the nearby mountain only to return to places like Sabino Canyon feeding mostly on desert hackberry, wolfberry, and desert mistletoe berries.
— kenne
Seed Pods — Grunge Art by kenne
— John Ashbery
Photo-Artistry by kenne
— Georgia O’Keeffe
Photo-Artistry by kenne
Our Window Of Yesterdays
Like Cinderella’s
Glass slipper
Only one pair
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
Sleepy Orange Butterfly on a Cholla Cactus — Grunge Art by kenne
— Emily Dickinson
Lanceleaf Goldeneye — Grunge Art by kenne
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Greater Roadrunner — Grunge Art by kenne
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Two-Tailed Swallowtail Butterfly — Grunge Art by kenne
Landscape Seen with the Nose
— Federico Garcia Lorca
A Gathering of Insects On a Buttonbush Flower — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Bird On A Cut Branch — Digital Art by kenne
Bird on a cut branch
Given a grunge backdrop
Posting something new.
— kenne