
A White Rose To Joy On Our Anniversary — Photo-Artistry by kenne
The White Rose
A White Rose To Joy On Our Anniversary — Photo-Artistry by kenne
The White Rose
Photo-Artistry by kenne
Sisters, Jeri and Joy (January 4, 2007) — Image by kenne
— Lauren Weisberger
Mt. Lemmon Western Sneezeweed — Image by kenne
The Dominant Themes of Life
Time present
Time past
Time Future
Timelessness
Identity
Memory
Consciousness
Humility
Place
Love
— kenne
Yellow Cactus Blossoms — Tiled Gallery by kenne
— Paulo Coelho
— Neil Young
Kenne & Joy Many, Many Years Ago –Those Were The Days!
— Paulo Coelho
My mother, Agnes, talking to son, Tom as granddaughter, Katie looks on (04/11/04) — Image by kenne
— kenne
Chase Morris — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Love is itself unmoving,
Only the cause and end of movement,
Timeless, and undesiring
Except in the aspect of time
Caught in the form of limitation
Between un-being and being.
— Four Quarters by T.S. Eliot
Twenty-Year-Old B&W Photo — Photo-Artistry by kenne
— kenne
Thomas R. Turner (May 23, 1942–November 13, 2014) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
This posting is the first of several I will be sharing from a long poem written by Tom
sometime around 1980 after his wife left him. Today is the fifth anniversary of his death.
24 to Harwood and Cropsy: No Road Back Home
(Taken from a Brooklyn Bus Route and the Title of a Blues Album.)
Standing above me in Smith's room Awkwardly looking down through a clipped hesitancy Our lives came together. TURNER With all the ambiguity that last name usage implies Was what she called me. Mannerisms of ingenuousness and a tendency toward the atypical Bespoke your ambiance (Ineffably I wanted Her) That voice - Falsetto Laced in bursts of Peter's guffaws Seemed contrived with a dreamed-of authenticity. (Your mouth, my love,the thistle in the kiss?) From within mutually cancelling Vignettes of naturalness and gender-cliche' She kissed through closed lips of Pristine openness. Innocently I loved. Through summer notes of vulnerability Together we embraced an entangled growth of uncertainty (Our fictions were tempered in a painful and inward time) Desperate needs equivocated against ordained directions and Dead-end holdings of night-bakery-work. Even then yours wasn't other-directed but A need to keep the Self-absorption of your Ann Arbor soul on a Pedastal of conforming difference. Eliptically we lived in the interstices Between an illusion of Fulfillment and letters etched with "Know what?"
Joy and Kenne Celebrating Her Birthday July 24, 2011
Hugging-Words — Source PVE
As we grow old, remember to stay young.
As we grow wiser, remember to stay foolish.
As we grow weak, remember to stay strong.
As we grow dull, remember to stay sexy.
As we grow stupid, remember to stay sensible.
As we grow suspicious, remember to stay trusting.
As we grow forgetful, remember to stay attentive.
As we grow gloomy, remember to stay cheerful.
As we grow conventional, remember to stay enlightened.
As we grow frail, remember to stay sturdy.
As we grow, may we stay forever
young,
foolish,
strong,
sexy,
sensible,
trusting,
attentive,
cheerful,
enlightened, and
sturdy — simple words to live by.
Words are powerful!
Why?
Because they can hurt and
they can bring people together.
Both acts have powerful results.
Words divide us.
However,
the power of words
is that once divided,
they can be used
to bring us back together.
We should not allow words
to change our relationships,
because unlike the cucumber
that becomes a pickle
and can never be a cucumber again,
we can break down the walls that divide.
kenne
Star-flowered Solomon’s Seal Wildflower on Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne
BRAIN DROPPINGS GROWING INTO THOUGHTS
Seeds waiting for gentle rain
Wildflowers rising out of time
Looking for the god of rain, Tlaloc
Hiking on a rainy afternoon
Trails temporarily becoming streams
Ferns moving in joyful motion
Standing still in the breeze
A poem with silent words
Being in rhythm with nature
Moving on toward oblivion
Eyes looking out of the darkness
Things of the spirit left behind
Words strange to my lips
Kika and the tree lizards
Happiness is a tiny white flower
Writing memories on the trails of time
Taking the ordinary to a new level
Looking for a poem outside the words
Living in knowledge without knowing
Scoring love by the number of sunsets shared
— kenne
Lemon Tree Blossom — Computer Art by kenne
— Neil Young