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Love Is Itself Unmoving   5 comments

Chase w Cap I-art-3-72-2Chase 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   2 comments

Joy & Kenne 1999 B&W-2-Edit-1-72Twenty-Year-Old B&W Photo — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Twenty-year-old B&W photo
Our smiles tell the story

We were both in our 50s
Wiser now in our 70s

Living each day knowing not
What tomorrow may bring

Not living the stories of the past
Living each moment holding hands

Throughout all these rumbling years
Time has brought about changes

Still, our love for each other
And our smiles remains the same

— kenne

 

24 to Harwood and Cropsy: No Road Back Home — #1   Leave a comment

Lummi & MCLACThomas 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?"

 

Words Are Powerful!   4 comments

Joy and Kenne Celebrating Her Birthday July 24, 2011

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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

Been Here Before — A Valentine Message   Leave a comment

joy45sawmill-i_blog-cohenAfternoon Delight — Image by kenne

I’ve been here before
known this place
walked this floor

lived here alone
before, I knew you.

You became my 
photographic muse
an afternoon delight
laying on a bed of red
shadows of natural light.

Blue, blue windows
opened to the sky
clouds move by
casting moments
to dream by.

Morning would come
roosters crowing
at the break of dawn
sheets still damp
moments to live by.

Imagine yesterday’s
times we’ve shared
becoming memories
fueling our tomorrows
filled with timeless love.

Now, everyone can see
you belong to me
knowing it’s so
hard to love, still
we share the look
of satisfaction.

— kenne
(With thanks to Leonard Cohn.)

Star-flowered Solomon’s Seal with Brain Droppings Growing Into Thoughts   Leave a comment

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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   Leave a comment

Lemon Blossom-1478 II blogLemon Tree Blossom — Computer Art by kenne

“True love opens the gates of time.

— Neil Young

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