Boy In Church Window — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Boy in church window
Occupied in childhood things
Adults pray to God.
— kenne
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Evening 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
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The Path To His Mountain Place 1 comment
The 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
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She Knows Leave a comment
Joy and Kenne — Photo-Artistry by kenne
get up
cover it
no prescription
will change
with time
think not
ask her
she knows
— kenne
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Mt. Lemmon Autumn 5 comments
Mt. 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
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“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.”
“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
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The Pole Vaulter 1 comment
The Pole Vaulter — Photo-Artistry by kenne
