Rouses Market, New Orleans — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Rouses Market is at the corner of St Phillip and Royal,
a block and a half from where we stayed,
Place D’Armes on St Annes.
— kenne
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Doors are for Opening (A Door In The French Quarter) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Doors are for Opening
My serious apprehension of being
Is freed by acts of becoming —
Through the task of opening doors,
Where I learn from the past,
Laugh at today’s mistakes, and
Dream about tomorrow.
— kenne
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Late June Afternoon On Bourbon Street — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Full of the profane
We walk this temporal street
Yet something sacred.
— kenne
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Stringweed — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Rainy day on the gulf coast —
How beautiful is the rain!
After the dust and heat,
In the broad and fiery street,
In the narrow lane,
How beautiful is the rain!
— from Rain in Summer by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Dancing With The Wind — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Dancing with the wind
Little girls spin together
Laughing with each turn.
— kenne
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Double Bayou Blues — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Strong winds blow
through bayou country
blues plays on.
— kenne
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Down By The Deck — Photo-Artistry by kenne
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,
it is 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
