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Boy In Church Window   1 comment

Boy In Window (1 of 1)-2-72Boy In Church Window — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Boy in church window
Occupied in childhood things
Adults pray to God.

— kenne

Evening Solitude   Leave a comment

Patio August 2010Evening Solitude — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Only that which does not teach,
Which does not cry out,
Which does not persuade,
Which does not condescend,
Which does not explain,
Is irresistible.

— W. B. Yeats

The Path To His Mountain Place   1 comment

Green Mountain Trail 9-art-72-II.jpgThe Path to His Mountain Place — Photo-Artistry by kenne

The path to Han-shan’s place is laughable,
A path, but no sign of cart or horse.
Converging gorges — hard to trace the twists
Jumbled cliffs — unbelievably rugged.
A thousand grasses bend with dew,
A hill of pines hums in the wind.
And now I’ve lost the shortcut home,
Body asking shadow, how do you keep up?

— Gary Snyder

She Knows   Leave a comment

kennejoy2001-8-art-Edit-1-72Joy and Kenne — Photo-Artistry by kenne

get up
cover it
no prescription
will change
with time
think not
ask her
she knows

— kenne

Posted October 17, 2019 by kenneturner in Information, Joy, Life, Love, Photo-Artistry, Poetry

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Mt. Lemmon Autumn   5 comments

Fall Colors 2016 (1 of 1)-6 art-Edit-1-72Mt. Lemmon Autumn — Photo-Artistry by kenne

NATURE, POEM 28: AUTUMN

The morns are meeker than they were,
The nuts are getting brown;
The berry’s cheek is plumper,
The rose is out of town.

The maple wears a gayer scarf,
The field a scarlet gown.
Lest I should be old-fashioned,
I’ll put a trinket on.

— Emily Dickenson 

Cadillac Desert   Leave a comment

“If surface water can be compared with interest income,
and non-renewable groundwater with capital,
then much of the West was living mainly on interest income.”

Marc Reisner

Peloncillo Mountains“Fenceline” — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Fenceline

lost in its
harsh beauty
we walk the fence line
drawn to the
once riparian land
on the other side

fences cannot hide
the splendor
nor the disgrace
now tattooed
across a fragile land
abused and neglected
by cultures past
and present

a place where
water once stood
now disappearing
to caverns below
playing hide ‘n seek
from pipes sucking
their very subsistence
on to nearby pecan groves

not learning to share
we fight for water
destroying the source
leaving behind death
only to cycle back
after all is gone

a lone jackrabbit
runs ahead of us
darting from
bush to bush
seeking to outlast
the hand of death
pulling at us
urging us to follow

— kenne 

The Pole Vaulter   1 comment

dragonfly (1 of 1)-3-Edit-1-art-II-72The Pole Vaulter — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Run fast, fly high.

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