Doors are for Opening (A Door In The French Quarter) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Doors are for Opening
— kenne
Stringweed — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Rainy day on the gulf coast —
— from Rain in Summer by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Wild Turkey #9 On Mt. Bigelow In The Santa Catalina Mountains (Note tag on the back of the turkey) — Images by kenne
— kenne
Morning Sunrise Along The Trail — Image by kenne
Mean Gene Kelton at The Rhythm Room On Washington in Houston, June 14, 2003 — Image by kenne
gone
— kenne
Down By The Deck — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Decoding Poetry
Poetry,
what is it?
Is it not all things
we experience —
Feelings?
Thoughts?
Ideas?
Wisdom?
Beauty?
Music?
Art?
In human existence?
Yet,
some claim
the words of poetry,
as if anointed
announcing to the world,
“I know the code!”
Poetry is not a code,
allowing entrance
only to a few
fettered and packaged
for the scholarly.
If I experience my life
in the words of another,
it is poetry?
For it is I
who holds the code
to my existence.
In the end,
there is no right
or wrong answer –
poetry is like dancing,
if it feels good,
do it!
— kenne
More Americans were shot to death by March 6 this year than died on D-Day. — Washington Post
Human Beings Suffer,
They torture one another,
They get hurt and get hard,
No poem or play or song
Can fully right a wrong
Inflicted and endured.
So hope for a great sea-change
On the far side of revenge.
Believe that a further shore
Is reachable from here.
Believe in miracles
And cures and healing wells.
— from The Cure at Troy, by Seamus Heaney
