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Otherside of Nowhere   1 comment

Windmill B&W blog-“Old Watering Hole” — Black & White Image by kenne

OTHERSIDE OF NOWHERE

Still dusty and dry
the old place ain’t
what it used to be.

In the desert it’s hot
Thirsty for summer rains —
Yesterday was windy.

Vultures circle above
I turn away only to look back
Disappearing into clear air.

The mountains sweep up
As if floating a gray color
Over the old corral.

Soft breeze at mid-day
Vanes slowly turning
The noisy water pump.

A shadow network
Of the sunshine moves
Across dry sandy ground.

I cut down an agave stalk
To become my walking stick —
An old phase made real.

High on the ridge-side
I follow my own trail
To the otherside of nowhere.

— kenne

Pools Of Sorrow, Waves Of Joy   2 comments

This time of year Tanuri Ridge is brightened with yellow Palo Verde blossoms under beautiful spring skies. This posting first appeared April 2014 with the poem, “Our Neighborhood — Trying to Reason,” which includes the line “pools of sorrow waves of joy” from the Beatles song, “Across the Universe.”

Tanuri Ridge (1 of 1) blog framed“Waves of Joy” — Image by kenne
OUR NEIGHBORHOOD — TRYING TO REASON

We traverse these streets,
sometimes early in the morning,
sometimes late in the day,
sometimes walking,
sometimes running —
always for a reason.

We wave at passersby,
sometimes we greet them,
sometimes it’s just a smile
sometimes we stop and talk,
sometimes walking together,
always for a reason.

We have neighborly expectations,
sometimes it’s watering plants,
sometimes it’s calling the ill,
sometimes it’s being complimentary,
sometimes it’s being watchful,
always for a reason.

We can be a convivial people,
sometimes we go out together,
sometimes we party together,
sometimes we join clubs together,
sometimes we share community work,
always for a reason.

We can be adversaries,
sometimes our expectations are not real,
sometimes we overreact,
sometimes we take reactions personally,
sometimes power is polarized, frustration generalized,
always for a reason.

We can be Pleasantville,
sometimes we are without color,
sometimes we are in pools of sorrow,
sometimes we are in waves of joy,
sometimes drifting through my open mind,
always for a reason.

— kenne

Tanuri Ridge (1 of 1) blog framed B-W“Pools of Sorrow” — Image by kenne

Spring Break at Sabino Creek   Leave a comment

Spring Break at Sabino Creek-1566- blog IISpring Break at Sabino Creek — Image by kenne

Children enjoy their
Spring break at Sabino creek
I turn and go back.

— kenne

Little Guy High In The Sky   1 comment

Turkey Vultures March 2013Anna’s Hummingbird, Tanuri Ridge, Arizona — Image by kenne

Little guy 
high in the sky
I know
you see me
as I pass by
darting down
near me for a
closure look
only to quickly
move on by.

— kenne

The Final Belief . . .   Leave a comment

Cooks Camp TrailDesert Hibiscus — Image by kenne

“The final belief
is to believe in a fiction,

which you know to be a fiction,
there being nothing else.

The exquisite truth
is to know 
that it is
a fiction and that

you believe in it willingly.”

— Wallace Stevens

Ocotillo Sun   Leave a comment

Ocotillo (1 of 1) Art blogOcotillo Sun — Digital Art by kenne

The ocotillos
are in bloom
all over the desert,
their red flame
lost only when
inline with the sun.

— kenne

Digital Art — Swallowtail Butterfly   1 comment

Butterfly-3256 DP blogTwo-tailed Swallowtail Butterfly — Digital Painting by kenne

“Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart —
Try to love the questions themselves.

Do not now seek the answers which cannot be given
Because you would not be able to live them.

And the point is . . . To live everything.
Live the question now.

Perhaps you will then gradually (without noticing it)
Live along some distant day into the answer.”

— Rainer Maria Rilke

 

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