Archive for the ‘Poetry’ Tag

Corvette Raffle At Festival   Leave a comment

Corvette Raffle at St. Demetrios Greek Orthodox Church Tucson Greek Festival — Image by kenne

With so many leaves, the sun waves good day
with many stands shines, shines the sky
and those ones inn irons and those others are in the earth.

Quiet anytime now, the church bells will signal.

This earth is theirs and ours.

Beneath the earth in their crossed arms
they hold the rope of the church bells,
they are awaiting the hour, waiting to signal the resurrection
this earth is theirs and ours
no one can take it from us

Quiet anytime now, the church bells will signal.

— from The Church Bells Will Signal by Yiannis Ritsos

The Diamond Sutra   Leave a comment

Buddha — Photo-Artistry by kenne

The Diamond Sutra

All appearance is delusion.

If you view all appearance as nonappearance,

Then that view is your true nature.

Do not become attached to any thoughts

That arise in the mind.

If you see form as the Absolute,

If you search out the Absolute with your voice,

You are practicing the wrong path,

And you cannot see your true self.

All compounded things are like a dream,

A phantom,  a bubble, or a reflection.

They are like dew or lightning.

Thus should you view them.

Bee On Burroweed Among Ferns   Leave a comment

Bee On Burroweed Among Ferns — Image by kenne

Look, and you will see

Pleasure in flowers today

The desert loves spring.

— kenne

Borderland Moon   Leave a comment

Borderland Moon — Photo-Artistry by kenne
 
Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee,
Whether the summer clothe the general earth
With greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing
Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch
Of mossy apple-tree, while the night-thatch
Smokes in the sun-thaw; whether the eave-drops fall
Heard only in the trances of the blast,
Or if the secret ministry of frost
Shall hang them up in silent icicles,
Quietly shining to the quiet Moon.
 
— from Frost at Midnight by Samuel Taylor Coleridge 
 
 

Human-Kind: Be Both   Leave a comment

Tucsonan Activists —  Image by kenne

These are amazing: each
Joining a neighbor, as though speech
Were a still performance.
Arranging by chance

To meet as far this morning
From the world as agreeing
With it, you and I
Are suddenly what the trees try

To tell us we are:
That their merely being there
Means something; that soon
We may touch, love, explain.

And glad not to have invented
Such comeliness, we are surrounded:
A silence already filled with noises,
A canvas on which emerges

A chorus of smiles, a winter morning.
Placed in a puzzling light, and moving,
Our days put on such reticence
These accents seem their own defense.

— Some Trees by John Ashbery

Desert Sunset   Leave a comment

Desert Sunset — Image by kenne

After a blue-sky day

high clouds move in

making perfect the sunset.

— kenne

Low Clouds In The Foothills   1 comment

Low Clouds In The Catalina Foothills — Image by kenne

Low clouds remain

in the canyons

of the foothills

after a weekend

of much needed rain.

— kenne

 

Top Two Shelves In Our Study   Leave a comment

Top Two Shelves In Our Study — Image by kenne

There are moments

down deep inside

when I scream — 

Nobody gets in

to see the wizard

not nobody, 

not no how.

— kenne

The Humble Back Of The Mountain   Leave a comment

Aspen Trail on Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne

Sun warms the lizard’s back
and the humble back of the mountain.
A raven croaks from the top of a thermal.
The valley oak above the barn,
dying a huge branch at a time,
stands in calm mortability, content
with the warm light that has fed its leaves,
the dark waters that have fed its roots,
its acorns that have fed the woodpeckers
for five hundred rainy seasons.

— Ursula K. Le Guin

Foggy Morning Birthday On Tanuri Ridge   1 comment

Foggy Morning Birthday On Tanuri Ridge — Image by kenne

This sandgrain day in the bent bay’s grave
He celebrates and spurns
His driftwood eighty-second wind turned age;
Herons spire and spear.

— An age modification from Poem On His Birthday by Dylan Thomas

What You See Is Not Always What You Get   Leave a comment

Saguaros In Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne

The blackness

of the sky,

caused by

changing

blue to black

in Photoshop

removing all color

changing the

vibrations

captured by your

optical nerve —

what you see

is not always

what you get.

— kenne

A Desert Rainy Morning   Leave a comment

A Desert Raining Morning In The Catalina Foothills — Photo-Artistry by kenne

The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience.

–Emily Dickinson

Reality   Leave a comment

Snow White Icing on Hoodoos — Image by kenne

All reality

involves the active control

of our point of view,

which we choose as reality.

Thus,

if reality is what we think is actual

can we truly comprehend reality?

Is not all reality virtual?

— kenne

Cold Mountain   Leave a comment

Snow On The Mountain — Image by kenne

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Men ask the way to Cold Mountain
Cold Mountain: there’s no through trail.
In summer, ice doesn’t melt
The rising sun blurs in swirling fog.
How did I make it?
My heart’s not the same as ypurs.
If your heart was like mine
You’d get it and be right here.

— from Riprap and Cold Mountain Poems by Gary Snyder

Sandhill Cranes   6 comments

Sandhill Cranes Over Whitewater Draw — Image by kenne

After leaving at sunrise
to feed in the nearby fields
hundreds of cranes return
at mid-day,
squawking in a
cacophony heard miles around.

It’s sunny with a few passing
clouds drifting overhead
in the distance
mountains rise above
the farm and ranch lands.

These big birds prefer
the shallow waters of the draw
where they stand protected
from predators who prefer
to stay out of the water.

Geese, ducks and other
waterfowl can be found
wintering here in southeast
Arizona attracting birders
with scopes and cameras.

I don’t see myself as a birder,
birders are strange
counting and taking notes
to be placed on eBird,
me, I just take photos.

Occasionally we make small talk
going through our social necessities
thinking about it or not thinking about it
walking freely on by not holding to the
moment so as not to remember.

— kenne

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