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Foggy Morning In New Orleans   2 comments

Jackson Square N.O. Dec 2014-art-72Foggy Morning In Jackson Square — Photo-Artistry by kenne

 

Cathedral Alley — Photo-Artistry   Leave a comment

Jackson Square Alley-Edit-1-art-blogCathedral Alley, Jackson Square, New Orleans — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Jackson Square has many hidden wonders
As the morning fog climbs over the river banks.
When the sun opens old musky building cracks
When the cobblestone walk raises from its grave.
A breeze moves in bringing a touch of rain
Turning the smell of night to a fresh new day.
There’s a naked body moving down the alley
Leaving behind a senseless craving of desire.

— kenne

Jackson Square Foggy Morning #2   1 comment

Jackson Square N.O. Dec 2014-2-Edit-3-art-blogJackson Square Foggy Morning #2 — Photo-Artistry by kenne

you may see
what I see
doesn’t
really matter
to me
I was there
you were not
the feeling exists
without words
still the painting
may fill the void
with layers
and filters
creating
a new
human touch —
if you can feel it.

— kenne

Foggy Morning In Jackson Square   Leave a comment

Jackson Square N.O. Dec 2014-Edit-5-art-blogFoggy Morning In Jackson Square, New Orleans — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Christmas on the Square
Lights of the night are now out
Only red remains.

The fog settles low
After the celebrations
Hugs you to the bone.

— kenne

 

Pirate Alley   1 comment

New Orleans Ally (1 of 1)_art blogPirate Alley, Jackson Square, New Orleans (December 28, 2014)
— Photo-Artistry by kenne

Clouds hide the morning sun
cobblestones still wet
from a passing shower —
the poet is sighing.

The cathedral bells ring
pigeons flying off
leaving their home —
the poet is sighing.

I can lose myself
in the French Quarter
in an endless embrace —
the poet is sighing.

The deep darkness
of alleys behind iron gates
guarding tropical courtyards —
the poet is sighing.

There goes a jazz tune
from a lone musician
not seen, but heard —
the poet is sighing.

We make our way
down to the square where
artists hang their painting —
the poet is signing.

Morning life in the square
repeats again and again
the movement of generations —
the poet is signing.

A child of the mist
catches my attention
in my camera’s eye —
the poet is signing.

We bookmark each moment
looking at you again,
Renaissance and me —
the poet is signing.

— kenne

Foggy Morning In Jackson Square   Leave a comment

Jackson Square (1 of 1) blogFoggy Morning In Jackson Square, New Orleans — Image by kenne

It is a damn poor mind indeed which can’t think of at least two ways to spell any word.

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Any man worth his salt
will stick up for what he believes right,
but it takes a slightly better man
to acknowledge instantly and
without reservation that he is in error.

— Andrew Jackson

New Orleans, Jackson Square   1 comment

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Jackson Square, New Orleans (December 28, 2015) — Image by kenne

After hours joints have closed
The music has faded away,
Even the horn player
In front of the cathedral.

A new world takes over,
The night people lost in the fog
As if hiding from the light
And the people of the dawn.

In Jackson Square, the show goes on
With the new day, a new act
Enters from stage left and right,
Carrying their daily wares.

This ritual, old as the city,
Played out as people walk by,
Only briefly noticing a passing soul,
Neither greeting the other.

Protected by the levee
On the edge of the big muddy
Visitors a wait the man with the key
To open the Place d’Armes gates.

Entering the historical Jackson park
Gazing on “Old Hickory,”
Leading the 1815 charge
In the Battle of New Orleans.

For many morning walkers
Passing through the square,
Is only a route to Café Dumonde
For chicory coffee and beignets.

— kenne

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