“In The Dark of The Sunset” — Image by kenne
Much of life exist
In the dark of the sunset
See the dark in light.
–kenne
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Finding A Place To Start 3 comments
“Finding A Place To Start” — Image by kenne
A place to start
look at you, kenne g
you have taken
multi-tasking to a felt
you need to be
more focused
uncomplicated
this is what they tell me
information is good
opinion
music
poetry
photo art
all are good
but, you are inexorable
demurred, I say
I do what I do
because I can
maybe you can’t,
you’re the problem
not me
all things are connected
not an isolated island
I choose to stay linked
open secret places
plant seeds
harvest thoughts
bucket ideas
but, you discard mind droppings
I mix and match
generating energy
to form inspiration
feel the heat
see the stream
it’s all shit
the shit shits
generating food
for tomorrow’s ideas
powering the music
stand up and dance
when I’m not here
there will be a place to start
but, you can add to my pile
kenne
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Decoding Poetry — Revisited 5 comments
Life Is A Place To Start 3 comments
“Self-portrait” — Image by kenne
place to start
you say
look at you
kenne g
you have taken
multi-tasking
to a felt
you need
to be
more
focused
uncomplicated
i say
information is good
opinion
music
poetry
digital art
all are good
but look at you
you are
inexorable
demurred
i say
i do what
i do
because
i can
maybe
you can’t
maybe
you’re the problem
not me
all things
are connected
only to be
disconnected
in the head
i choose
to stay
linked
open
secret places
plant seeds
harvest thoughts
bundle ideas
but you discard
mind droppings
i mix and match
generating energy
forming inspiration
feeling the heat
boiling
see the stream
it’s all
shit
the shit’s
shit
generating food
for tomorrow’s ideas
powering the music
stand up
dance
when i’m not here
there will be a
place to start
to add
to my bundle
kenne
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A Saturday Morning With Rainer Maria Rilke 3 comments
“If your daily life seems poor, do not blame it;
blame yourself that you are not poet enough to call forth its riches;
for the Creator, there is no poverty.”
—Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet
On this Saturday morning, as many before,
I spend time reading poetry and listening to music —
a time to refuel my outward being
with my inter soul.
In doing so I remind myself;
I write, therefore I am a writer;
I photograph, therefore I am a photographer –
it’s just that simple, no more.
“Therefore, dear Sir, love your solitude and try to sing out with the pain it causes you. For those who are near you are far away… and this shows that the space around you is beginning to grow vast…. be happy about your growth, in which of course you can’t take anyone with you, and be gentle with those who stay behind; be confident and calm in front of them and don’t torment them with your doubts and don’t frighten them with your faith or joy, which they wouldn’t be able to comprehend. Seek out some simple and true feeling of what you have in common with them, which doesn’t necessarily have to alter when you yourself change again and again; when you see them, love life in a form that is not your own and be indulgent toward those who are growing old, who are afraid of the aloneness that you trust…. and don’t expect any understanding; but believe in a love that is being stored up for you like an inheritance, and have faith that in this love there is a strength and a blessing so large that you can travel as far as you wish without having to step outside it.” –Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet
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Boy And Girl — Poetry Of Love Leave a comment
Boy and Girl — Poetry of Love — Image by kenne
Poetry of love,
Classic boy pouring water,
She embraces it.
Evening monsoon clouds
Hug and Color the sunset,
We embrace it
A wet olive tree
Dropping over the fountain,
Life embraces it.
kenne
Becoming is Superior to Being 
Decoding Poetry
Poetry,
what is it?
Is it not all things
we experience —
Feelings?
Thoughts?
Ideas?
Wisdom?
Beauty?
Music?
Art?
In human existence?
Yet,
some claim
the words of poetry,
as if anointed
announcing to the world,
“I know the code!”
Poetry is not a code,
allowing entrance
only to a few
fettered and packaged
for the scholarly.
If I experience
my life
in the words of another,
is it poetry?
For it is I
who holds the code
to my existence.
In the end,
there is no right
or wrong answer –
Poetry is like dancing,
if it feels good,
do it!
— kenne
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