Bougainvillea Blossom — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Not by love, not by song
are we reborn as one,
but by the art of caring.
Caring is the revealer,
seeing things more clearly
in the mirror of gratitude.
— kenne
Archive for the ‘Poetry’ Tag
Bougainvillea Blossom Art 2 comments
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Sculpture Building in Progress Near the Tanque Verde Wash — Image by kenne
I have time to photograph
they have time to create art
for trail walkers near the wash.
— kenne
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Abstract Art — Photo-Artistry by kenne
What do you see there?
A bird’s nest?
A hand holding
A women’s breast?
Naked bodies dancing?
An old man sitting
Drunkenly on a barstool?
But, does it really matter
For time will remove the filters.
— kenne
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Cactus Blossom — Photo-Artistry by kenne
The blossom opens and opens,
till it is no bigger than nature allows.
At darkness, the blossom embraces
its parts as in bed,
two sleeping lovers.
— kenne
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Shades Of Gray — Photo-Artistry by kenne
In the youth of spring
the river runs freely
between a cleavage —
two breasts flowering.
In the age of winter
the river runs dry
light between shadows
fainter, fainter, fainter —
as the fire burns out.
— kenne
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Queen Butterfly — Honoring Mothers 3 comments
Queen Butterfly — Image by kenne
Some such Butterfly be seen
Some such Butterfly be seen
On Brazilian Pampas —
Just at noon — no later — Sweet —
Then — the License closes —
Some such Spice — express and pass —
Subject to Your Plucking —
As the Stars — You knew last Night —
Foreigners — This Morning —
— Emily Dickinson
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Riding The Arizona Trail On Horseback in Sycamore Canyon — Photo-Artistry by kenne
The Canyon from Horseback
The young don’t know enough
About being young
They squander youth
And never know ’til later.
Any lad of twelve will testify
An eight-year-old can’t even qualify
To be a child
At eighteen our own ignorance
At fifteen is finally written
In language we comprehend:
We know the score
Reality’s the icing on the cake
Of youthful fantasies;
When the young grow old
They know a lot
About being young
But almost nothing
About being old.
— Jack Purcell from Poems of the New Old West
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Wooden Wheel Cart — Pencil Art by kenne
“Not I, nor anyone else can travel that road for you.
You must travel it by yourself.
It is not far. It is within reach.
Perhaps you have been on it since you were born, and did not know.
Perhaps it is everywhere – on water and land.”
― from Leaves of Grass by
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Life Springs Eternal – New Life in the Presence of Death — Image by kenne
There are signs of life and death all around
that have evolved throughout all existence
towards a collective mitigation of existential
and catastrophic risks yet only in the present does
the proliferation of life affirms and consciously evolves.
— kenne
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Greater Roadrunner — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Roadrunner
A cuckoo bird that lives for speed,
With your shaggy crest, what a site indeed.
Streaked feathers break up your silhouette.
And your unusual track, not your typical set.
A blue and orange patch behind your eyes,
You prefer to chase prey, instead of fly.
Your expressive long tail flips here and there…
Quail chicks and k-rats best beware.
It’s true, I often see you running about,
With a limp lizard’s tail hanging from your mouth,
Some have witnessed your familiar antics,
taunting rattlesnakes, eagles, and hairy arachnids.
But my favorite three things have to be,
Your curiosity each time you encounter me,
And how you turn your back to the sun for its heat
(like a tiny matador, feathers erect and sleek).
Finally, I think I must surely admit
That trickster track—your zygodactyl footprint!
How do I know which way you are going?
With two toes facing forward and the back two, back-going.
It doesn’t matter much to me you will see
I just look for the “X” in the sand to guide me.
On the trail of a friend, a cuckoo I know
the Greater Roadrunner, always running, on the go.
— Michelle Hedgecock
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Abstract Morning — Art by kenne
You should always know when
you’re shifting gears in life.
You should leave your era,
it should never leave you.
— Leontyne Price
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New Mexico Groundsel — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Spring
Spring is proof
that we were right to hope
even in the darkness.
— Samantha Reynolds
(NY Times readers were invited to share an original poem
of about 15 words on the theme of renewal. This was on of them.)
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Lake Robbins Bridge, The Woodlands, Texas (2003) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
We should be blessed if we lived in the present always,
and took advantage of every accident that befell us,
like the grass which confesses the influence of the
slightest dew that falls on it; and did not spend our
time in atoning for the neglect of past opportunities . . .
We loiter in winter while it is already spring.
— Henry David Thoreau
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Sedona Area Panorama (Red Rock Country) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Our continual mistake is that we do not
concentrate upon the present day, the
actual hour, of our life: we live in the past
or in the future; we are continually expecting
the coming of some special moment when
our life will unfold itself in its full significance.
And we do not notice that life is flowing life
water through our fingers.
— Father Alexander Elchaninov
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Fencepost — Image by kenne
I’ve been told
that I’m built like a fencepost
Kind of wiry
A few knobs here and there
A knot or two for character
I make a pretty good fence
Good at keeping things inside
Not letting things out
But now my shadow seems leaner
Not quite as tall in the morning sun
The soil around my feet eroding
Drying out isn’t all it’s cracked up to be
Staying straight ain’t easy
The herd is getting restless
And the barbed wire on my back
is tearing me up inside.
