Archive for the ‘Listen’ Tag
Greater Roadrunner Photo-Artistry by kenne
Listen!
The gravel verge bears a walker:
I hear chewing of shredded wheat.
Listen!
Birds call from dawn to sundown:
tedious mourning dove blues,
cactus wren’s grinding starter,
darting quail high notes: Uh-huh-Uh huh,
Hey-you! alert – the thrasher arrives.
Listen!
Our homes hum tones tiny to tremendous;
stretched and still in darkness,
I seek their source, finding some
in the pestling of brain, bones, molars.
Listen!
Attending too, to unfulfilled utterances:
hesitations, head dips, hand flutters,
the staccato of unsettled eyes and breath:
these voiceless notes of soul speak
of love or loss or the deep water strokes
of living without answers.
Listen!
(Used by Permission)
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We Struggle Together — Photo-Artistry by kenne
“listen to the clock
listen, to time, listen
to rattler’s warning maracas
listen, like the culebra, with
your tongues:
listen like rocks
listen to snow
hear it: hear it, mi gente, all
of it—hear the hate when its splashes,
the love when it weeps
listen to the rail lines ringing
listen to the cymbal sizzle of weeds,
the grito of wind
cutting around locked gates, palomas,
rummy wino’s holy Halsted cough
listen”
— from the poem Listen by Luis Alberto Urrea
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Image by kenne “Listen to what you see
You are blind to what you hear
Listen to what you see
Do not fear the truth beneath
Reach for roots beneath the trees
Listen to the words you seek
Don’t listen to a word they say
Do NOT listen to a word you’ve heard
Do not listen to a word you’ve heard
People are people we live for our own
Live how you think not by what you’ve been told. . .”
Justin Nozuka – Don’t Listen to a Word You’ve Heard
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Sonoran Desert Moonscape — Image by kenne
. . . listen like a mountain
listen like saguaros listening
to cactus wrens, coyotes, night
owl: listen like the owl
listen like the owl’s prey
jittery in rocks beneath bighorn’s
clocking feet: listen to the clock
listen to time, listen
to rattler’s warning maracas
listen, like the culebra, with
your tongues . . .
listen
carnales listen
to the hymn of it, the lie of it, the
prayer of it, the voices
singing our names: listen
it’s our story, it’s our song,
you’ve got to hear it —
listen.
— from Listen, by Luis Alberto Urrea
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