Butterfly Photo-Artistry by kenne
It is August,
butterflies are
in flight
moving quickly
from flower
to flower
abandoning each
with no expression
of love — a one
moment stand
if lucky, or
just a flyover.
— kenne
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We Stand At The Altar Of Nature Leave a comment
Image by kenne
Standing At The Altar Of Nature
When we stand at
the altar of nature,
we stand with the greats;
Ralph Waldo Emerson,
Henry David Thoreau,
and John Muir,
each having helped define
our relationship
with nature and language —
“every natural fact is a symbol
of some spiritual fact,
. . . words are signs of natural facts.”
Nature’s beauty becomes
a source of spiritual energy
connecting all things
into a universal whole
with the energy of our
thoughts and will.
We stand at nature’s altar
not separate from her,
seeing us in the flowers,
insects, animals, mountains,
creating a unified landscape
of our inward and outward senses.
Like all relationships,
the experience depends
on the degree of harmony
between us and nature,
therefore becoming a gift
granted while walking with nature
as she is embraced in our minds –
Enlighten, she shares her secrets,
making the universe more “transparent.”
Yet the gift may only offer a glimpse,
to be shared in images and words,
charming all living things.
kenne
Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. — John Muir
Moon Man 5 comments
Moon Man — Photo-Artistry by kenne
(This poem was originally posted a several years ago.)
. . . guilty.
Embracing reason
Sharing time
Finding reality
Existing in space
For these things I am . . .
Loving the underdog
Catching the moment
Believing others’ lies
Crying alone
For these things I am . . .
Watching sunsets
Experiencing truth
Awakening before dawn
Catching the light
For these things I am . . .
Taking things apart
Looking for curves
Believing in art
Believing in you
For these things I am . . .
Caring about life
Climbing trees
Walking in pastures
Keeping stray dogs
For these things I am . . .
Believing in Hobbits
Flying the redeye
Losing my head
Expressing anger
For these things I am . . .
Sharing expectations
Learning from asking
Solving problems
Admiring thought
For these things I am . . .
Talking to plants
Understanding cats
Swimming nude
Experiencing love
For these things I am . . .
Improvising life
Rejecting suppression
Questioning rules
Asking, “Why?”
For these things I am . . .
Making mistakes
Forgiving myself
Taking offense
Forgiving others
For these things I am . . .
Listening in silence
Always learning
Making things happen
Giving respect
For these things I am . . .
Being timid
Becoming self-assured
Being assertive
Being misunderstood
For these things I am . . .
Feeling the Blues
Embracing imagination
Overcoming mediocrity
Expressing gratitude
For these things I am . . .
Loving poetry
Reading poetry
Quoting poetry
Writing poetry
For these things I am . . .
Assessing existence
Separating the noise
Being in love
Going crazy
For these things I am . . . guilty
kenne
Butterflies On Blooming Mexican Bird of Paradise — A Photo Essay 7 comments
Variegated Fritillary On Mexican Bird of Paradise
Variegated Fritillary On Mexican Bird of Paradise
Fiery Skipper & Cloudless Giant Sulfur On Mexican Bird of Paradise
Variegated Fritillary On Mexican Bird of Paradise
Cloudless Giant Sulfur On Mexican Bird of Paradise
Cloudless Giant Sulfur On Mexican Bird of Paradise
Fiery Skipper On Mexican Bird of Paradise — Images by kenne
I’ve watched you now a full half-hour;
Self-poised upon that yellow flower
And, little Butterfly! Indeed
I know not if you sleep or feed.
How motionless! – not frozen seas
More motionless! and then
What joy awaits you, when the breeze
Hath found you out among the trees,
And calls you forth again!
~William Wordsworth, “To a Butterfly”
Photo-Artistry Sunset 3 comments
Photo-Artistry Sunset by kenne
Try to praise the mutilated world.
Remember June’s long days,
and wild strawberries, drops of rosé wine.
The nettles that methodically overgrow
the abandoned homesteads of exiles.
You must praise the mutilated world.
You watched the stylish yachts and ships;
one of them had a long trip ahead of it,
while salty oblivion awaited others.
You’ve seen the refugees going nowhere,
you’ve heard the executioners sing joyfully.
You should praise the mutilated world.
Remember the moments when we were together
in a white room and the curtain fluttered.
Return in thought to the concert where music flared.
You gathered acorns in the park in autumn
and leaves eddied over the earth’s scars.
Praise the mutilated world
and the gray feather a thrush lost,
and the gentle light that strays and vanishes
and returns.
— Adam Zagajewski
Mexican Yellow Butterfly Photo-Artistry Art Leave a comment
Mexican Yellow Butterfly Photo-Artistry Art by kenne
Memory of sunlight warming
a grove of orange trees,
scent of blossoms mixed
with dusty air, sweet juice
pooling on the tongue.
— from Still Life with Lemons by Anne Babson Carter
Wild Turkey On Mt. Lemmon Leave a comment
Wild Turkey On Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne
TURKEYS
The turkeys wade the close to catch the beesIn the old border full of maple trees
And often lay away and breed and come
And bring a brood of chelping chickens home.
The turkey gobbles loud and drops his rag
And struts and sprunts his tail and then lets drag
His wing on ground and makes a huzzing noise,
Nauntles at passer-bye and drives the boys
And bounces up and flies at passer-bye.
The old dog snaps and grins nor ventures nigh.
He gobbles loud and drives the boys from play;
They throw their sticks and kick and run away. —John Clare (1793-1864)
