Archive for the ‘Jackson Square’ Tag
A Jackson Square Morning — Photo-Artistry by kenne
The fog begins to lift
cobblestones still wet
from a passing shower —
the poet is sighing.
Cathedral bells ring
pigeons flying off
leaving their home —
the poet is sighing.
I can lose myself
in the French Quarter
in its endless embrace —
the poet is sighing.
Deep shadows in
alleys behind iron gates
guarding tropical courtyards —
the poet is sighing.
A lone musician
plays a jazz tune
not seen, but heard —
the poet is sighing.
Artists make their way
down to the square where
they 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
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Foggy Morning On The Square (Jackson Square) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Andrew Jackson square,
Originally Place d’Armes,
Where artists gather.
— kenne
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Foggy Morning In Jackson Square — Photo-Artistry by kenne
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Cathedral 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
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Jackson 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
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Foggy 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
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Pirate 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
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Foggy 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
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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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New Orleans Street Corner — Computer Art by kenne
Morning near Jackson square
A misty fog is lifting
Leaving behind night sins
Dripping on centuries
Of human waste
Mixing with spirits —
Tomorrow’s voodoo soul.
— kenne
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Becoming is Superior to Being 