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“Hope” is the thing with feathers – (314)   Leave a comment

Osprey — Mixed Art by kenne

“Hope” is the thing with feathers – (314)
 
“Hope” is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops – at all –
 
And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard –
And sore must be the storm –
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm –
 
I’ve heard it in the chillest land –
And on the strangest Sea –
Yet – never – in Extremity,
It asked a crumb – of me.
 
— Emily Dickinson

Don’t Lose Hope   2 comments

Queen Butterfly — Image by kenne

Don’t lose hope

spring is on its way

look, and you will see

the signs everywhere.

— kenne

‘Hope is a slave; Despair is a freeman.’   1 comment

Male Cardinal  in Sabino Canyon, An Early Sign of Spring — Images by kenne

The Freeman

Hope is a slave; Despair is a freeman.’

A VAGABOND between the East and West,
Careless I greet the scourging and the rod;
I fear no terror any man may bring,
Nor any god.

The clankless chains that bound me I have rent,
No more a slave to Hope I cringe or cry;
Captives to Fate men rear their prison walls,
But free am I.

I tread where arrows press upon my path,
I smile to see the danger and the dart;
My breast is bared to meet the slings of Hate,
But not my heart.

I face the thunder and I face the rain,
I lift my head, defiance far I fling, —
My feet are set, I face the autumn as
I face the spring.

Around me on the battlefields of life,
I see men fight and fail and crouch in prayer;
Aloft I stand unfettered, for I know
The freedom of despair.

 
— Ellen Glasgow

Hope   1 comment

Cedar Waxwing — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Hope is the thing with feathers—
that perches in the soul—
and sings the tune without the words—
and never stops—at all—

— Emily Dickinson

Hope   3 comments

Kenne-2004-art-72Photo-Artistry by kenne

During times like these,
It’s easy to be a pessimist.

But at the end of the day,
I still cling to that thing

Into which I was born:
Hope.

— kenne

The Tree Of Forgiveness — Revisited   Leave a comment

ftdavisinnmountaingods-21e-ii-b-w-blog IIImage by kenne

The Tree of Forgiveness

sun setting beyond
the shoulders of
mountain gods
ducks swimming
in shadows of
togetherness
two aging souls
musing
dark nights past
sensing
a perceptual edge
in the present
voices grow louder
alongside
sounds of future’s
silence
standing beneath
the tree of
forgiveness
where the gods
take pity
revealing hope
without retreat

— kenne

Morning Sunrise in West Texas — “Hope Coming To Texas”   Leave a comment

“Hope Coming To Texas” — Image by kenne from Kate’s iPhone

After several years in Ft. Collins, Katie, Nicholas and Matt are moving back to Texas — San Antonio, specifically.

Windmills of Hope

Arriving in Texas
where pickups are still king

Yellow buses grazing 
under a cotton-ball sky

Extreme traffic on the right
sensible on the left

Just remember
I ain’t your dude

You can’t buy me with
a “Two-Step” lottery card

Make it a beer or two
at the old saloon

Times are different
so continue lying to me 

kenne

 

Image by Katie Turner Bailey

Life Is A Circle   Leave a comment

“You have noticed that everything an Indian does is in a circle and that is because the Power of the World always works in circles, and everything tries to be round . . . . . The Sky is round, and I have heard that the earth is round like a ball, and so are all the stars. The wind, in its greatest power, whirls. Birds make their nests in circles, for theirs is the same religion as ours . . . . Even the seasons form a great circle in their changing, and always come back again to where they were. The life of a man is a circle from childhood to childhood, and so it is in everything where power moves.”

— Black Elk, Oglala Sioux Holy Man, 1863-1950

kenne

Posted November 2, 2008 by kenneturner in Commentary, Information, Poetry

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