Archive for the ‘Love’ Tag

A Summer Solstice Sunflower Bouquet   1 comment

Sunflowers On The Hearth (1 of 1)-2 blog  Sunflowers On Hearth (1 of 1) blog

A Summer Solstice Sunflower Bouquet

Sunflower bouquet

On a day the sun stands still,

A love expression.

— kenne

Capturing The Moment — Love Tree   Leave a comment

Love Tree_DSC2343 framed_blog“Love Tree” — Image by kenne

Love carved on the tree

Was captured for the moment,

Not consummated.

–kenne

 

Posted June 19, 2014 by kenneturner in Capturing the Moment, Information, Life, Photography, Poetry

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Capturing The Moment — The Sensual Touch   1 comment

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAThe Sensual Touch — Image by kenne

you can touch stars
by touching your loved ones
and learning who you are

heat runs in your veins
awakening the passion
rejoicing as one

— kenne

A Mother’s Love Returned, Laboring In Gratitude   11 comments

Jody Joy Jeri VirginiaJeri, Mother Virginia, Joy & Jody (July 8, 2012) — Image by kenne

It was just less than three weeks ago that Joy was in southern California planning her mother’s 90th birthday celebration with sisters, Jody and Jeri. This past Tuesday she returned, this time to her mother’s death-bed. This afternoon Virginia pasted away peacefully. She is survived by her eight children, many grand and great-grandchildren.

The only thing greater

than a mother’s

undying love

is the combine love

returned to her

by those she loves,

laboring in their

song of gratitude.

— kenne

 

Nature’s Bowl Of Love   1 comment

Flowers (1 of 1) blogNature’s Bowl of Love — Image by kenne

Nature’s bowl of love

Beauty to the eye and heart,

“Earth laughs in flowers.”

— kenne

 

Three Years Ago Today In Tucson   2 comments

On January 8, 2011, and nineteen people were shot in a supermarket parking lot in Tucson, Arizona — six people died.

Giffords OfficeIn Front of Representative Gabrielle Giffords’ Office In Tucson

Jeri & Virginia VisitImpromptu Memorials at The University Medical Center — Images by kenne

 

Jeri & Virginia VisitWords of Sadness

We love you . . .

Get well . . .

Get well soon . . .

Forever in our hearts . . .

Hope . . .

Thank you . . .

Peace . . .

1.8.11 Never forget . . .

Tucson loves you . . .

Our hearts and our prayers . . .

Peace, hope happiness . . .

Never succumb to the temptation of bitterness . . .

Gabby’s tough . . .

Tucson loves Pam . . .

Spread love, give love, be love . . .

Peace, love, happiness to all . . .

LOVE . . .

kenne

Amōre   Leave a comment

Orcid-9315 Art blogAmōre — Image by kenne


Serenata 

by Federico Garcia Lorca

The night soaks itself
along the shore of the river
and in Lolita’s breasts
the branches die of love.

The branches die of love.

Naked the night sings
above the bridges of March.
Lolita bathes her body
with salt water and roses.

The branches die of love.

The night of anise and silver
shines over the rooftops.
Silver of streams and mirrors
Anise of your white thighs.

The branches die of love.

Posted January 5, 2014 by kenneturner in Art, Life, Poetry

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A Tint Of Red   2 comments

White Pink & Green blog framedA Tint of Red– Image by kenne

A tint of red soothes

Suggesting the warmth of love,

Human existence.

— kenne

Happy Birthday, Kate   3 comments

Katie Painting blog b-w framed collageImage by kenne

May you never stray from the true path of who you are as you continue your amazing journey. 

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KATE!

With much love,

dad

My Sunflower   Leave a comment

Virginia & Outer Banks 2013Sunflower Image by kenne

My Sunflower

Sunflower.
Smile
in my dream.

Sunflower.
Orange
touch of gold.

Sunflower.
Big
as the sky.

Sunflower.
Blossom
trying to turn.

Sunflower.
Gift
without pushback.

Sunflower.
Close
to the breast.

Sunflower.
Cunning
among lovers

kenne

Capturing The Moment — Just Like The White-Winged Dove   2 comments

Desert Museum

Desert MuseumOne of the signs of spring in the Sonoran Desert is the return of the white-winged doves. — Image by kenne

 

edge of seventeen
by Stevie Nicks

Just like the white winged dove
Sings a song
Sounds like she’s singing
Who who who
Just like the white winged dove
Sings a song
Sounds like she’s singing
Oh baby oh said oh

And the days go by
Like a strand in the wind
In the web that is my own
I begin again
Said to my friend, baby
Nothin’ else mattered

He was no more than a baby then
Well he seemed broken hearted
Something within him
But the moment that I first laid
Eyes on him all alone
On the edge of seventeen

Just like the white winged dove
Sings a song
Sounds like she’s singing
Oh baby oh said oh
Just like the white winged dove
Sings a song 
Sounds like she’s singing
Oh baby oh said oh

I went today maybe I will go again
Tomorrow
And the music there it was hauntingly
Familiar
And I see you doing 
What I try to do for me
With the words from a poet
And the voice from a choir
And a melody nothing else mattered

Just like the white winged dove
Sings a song
Sounds like she’s singing
Oh baby oh said oh
Just like the white winged dove
Sings a song
Sounds like she’s singing
Oh baby oh said oh

The clouds never expect it
When it rains
But the sea changes colors
But the sea 
Does not change
And so with the slow graceful flow
Of age
I went forth with an age old
Desire to please
On the edge of seventeen

Just like the white winged dove
Sings a song
Sounds like she’s singing
Oh baby oh said oh
Just like the white winged dove
Sings a song
Sounds like she’s singing
Oh baby oh said oh

Well then suddenly 
There was no one left standing
In the hall yeah yeah
In a flood of tears 
That no one really ever heard fall at all
Oh I went searchin’ for an answer,
Up the stairs and down the hall
Not to find an answer
Just to hear the call
Of a nightbird singing
Come away come away

Just like the white winged dove
Sings a song
Sounds like she’s singing
Oh baby oh said oh
Just like the white winged dove
Sings a song
Sounds like she’s singing
Oh baby oh said oh

Well I hear you in the morning
And I hear you
At nightfall
Sometime to be near you
Is to be unable to hear you
My love
I’m a few years older than you

Just like the white winged dove
Sings a song
Sounds like she’s singing
Oh baby oh said oh

(Click here to listen to “edge of seventeen”)

The Light Of My Soul — Come To Me   1 comment

Nude Painting 9996-F III blogCome To Me — Image by kenne

The light

of my soul

coming from

the inside out

knowing that

you feel it —

so why slight it

when you want it?

. . . come to me

lie down beside me

your don’t have to explain,

I understand.

kenne

Saguaro Love In The Sonoran Desert   7 comments

Starpass Trail 2012

Saguaro Cactus in The Tucson Mountains — Image by kenne

“Ouch, not too close, I don’t want to get a whisker burn!”

The Memory Tree — Two Years Out   3 comments

In Memory of Margarita Berg — Images by kenne

We never met Margarita Berg. She was diagnosed with cancer about the time we move to Tucson, passing away three months later.

During her last few months, Margarita and David would spend time walking their dog on the trails along the banks of the Tanque Verde Wash
(I originally thought it was the Rillito River.) and used dead tree limbs to create art stations along the many trails in the near-by Tanuri Ridge desert park.

When not hiking the many in southern Arizona, I often walk the trails along the wash, which is how I learned about the trail art
and the memorial David had created in Margareta’s memory. (Click here to read more in an earlier posting on the Memory Tree.)

About a month ago I took my camera with me on a morning walk along the wash. When I came upon the Memory Tree,
fresh flowers had been placed at the base of the tree, causing me to realized that it was near the time of Margarita’s passing away anniversary.
I didn’t see David and his dog. I haven’t seen him for over a year now. I know he still walks his dog near the wash and regularly drops rose pedals at the base of the tree.

kenne

Tanque Verde Wash

Capturing the Moment — Purple Cactus   Leave a comment

Purple Cactus — Image by kenne

Purple, The Color

Representing various shades,
Combining hot red, cool blue —
Nature loves purple.

The richness of deep, dark purple,
Symbolizing authority, royalty,
Clothed in mystery.

Lighter shades are romantic,
Delicate, considered precious —
Adding excitement.

Linking the wisdom of blue,
With the love of red,
A haze in my eyes.

kenne

Posted February 6, 2011 by kenneturner in Art, Photography, Poetry

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