Archive for the ‘Poetry’ Tag

Door In The French Quarter   1 comment

new-orleans-door-1-of-1-art-blog.jpg (976×1263)Doors are for Opening (A Door In The French Quarter) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Doors are for Opening

My serious apprehension of being

Is freed by acts of becoming — 

Through the task of opening doors,

Where I learn from the past,

Laugh at today’s mistakes, and

Dream about tomorrow.

— kenne

Stringweed   Leave a comment

Stringweed ArtStringweed — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Rainy day on the gulf coast —

How beautiful is the rain!
After the dust and heat,
In the broad and fiery street,
In the narrow lane,
How beautiful is the rain!

— from Rain in Summer by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Turkeys On The Run   Leave a comment

Wild Turkey (1 of 1) blog framed

Wild Turkey (1 of 1)-2 blog framed

Wild Turkey #9 On Mt. Bigelow In The Santa Catalina Mountains (Note tag on the back of the turkey) — Images by kenne

Wild turkey # 9

Sounded a yelping warning,

I was in her sight.

Maybe a decoy

No sign of other turkeys,

Yelping continues.

— kenne

Morning Sunrise Along The Trail   Leave a comment

Jeri & Virginia VisitMorning Sunrise Along The Trail — Image by kenne

 

Posted June 14, 2019 by kenneturner in Information, Photo-Artistry, Poetry, Saguaro

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Gone, But Not Forgotten   Leave a comment

Rhythm Room (1 of 1) blog framedMean Gene Kelton at The Rhythm Room On Washington in Houston, June 14, 2003 — Image by kenne

gone

Smokin’ Joe’s Roadhouse, gone

The Rhythm Room, gone

Mean Gene Kelton, gone

gone, yes, but not forgotten —

the blues will never die.

— kenne

Decoding Poetry   Leave a comment

Virginia & Outer Banks 2013 142 Art Wave-Edit-2-art-72.jpgDown 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

Posted June 9, 2019 by kenneturner in Information, Photo-Artistry, Poetry

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Human Beings Suffer   3 comments

cemetery-2218277_1280More 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

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