Archive for the ‘Poetry’ Tag

Joy In Sunglasses   3 comments

JoySunglasses-Edit-1-art-3-72Joy In Sunglasses — Photo-Artistry by kenne

The sun fades away

but leave reflections

invading my thoughts.

A miniature heart

blossoms on her lips.

— kenne

 

Museum Staircase   1 comment

Getty L.A.-B&W-art-72Museum Staircase — Photo-Artistry Image of L.A. by kenne

The city is named for the angels,

And its angels are easy to find.

They give off a lubricant odor,

Their eyes are mascara-lined;

At night you can see them inserting

Gold-plated diaphragms;

For breakfast, they gather at poolside

Where screenwriters feed and swim.

— from Hollywood by Bertolt Brecht

Balance Stones Art   Leave a comment

Balance Stones-art-72Balance Stones — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Hymn to Intellectual Beauty

The awful shadow of some unseen Power
Floats though unseen among us; visiting
This various world with as inconstant wing
As summer wind that creep from flower to flower;
Like moonbeams that behind some piny mountain shower,
It visits with inconstant glance
Each human heart and countenance;
Like hues and harmonies of evening,
Like clouds in starlight widely spread,
Like memory of music fled,
Like aught that for its grace may be
Dear, and yet dearer for its mystery.

— Percy Bysshe Shelley 

Time   2 comments

Sunset On Blackett's RidgeTime– Image by kenne

Left behind as the sun rushes toward a destiny,

time does not flow in a continuous stream

from past into future like the position of the sun

as we begin to feel foolish waiting for it to set.

 

The present moment is part of what’s about to happen,

“now” becoming a prologue to more things to come

giving us more room to stay in the moment

and your future, a past you remember.

— kenne

 

Cattle In The Dusty West   Leave a comment

Cattle at Watering Hole-Edit-5-art-72Cattle In The Dusty West — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Once beautiful desert grassland,
Now destroyed by overgrazing 

On land unable to sustain 
The native desert environment

Draining the groundwater levels in a
World of “pay me now, or pay me later.”

— kenne

Waiting for Monsoon Rains   4 comments

July Sunset-72

July Sunset-2-72July Sunset — Images by kenne

No monsoon

rain

scorch earth

fire

mountain trails

closed

sheltering at home,

still.

— kenne

 

Art Adds Or Takes Away   Leave a comment

Prickly Pear FruitPrickly Pear Fruit — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Prickly Pear Fruit

In capturing the moment,

reality

is rephrased

making use of light and

angles between objects,

creating an illusion

of space and distance —

a new view of reality.

 

The new reality

brings with it

a rhythm,

and sound

resonating

with the soul –

hopefully,

with the viewer.

 

The image

becomes a model

of what is real —

what is real is

imagined –

the affirmation

of nature.

 

The artist adds,

or takes away —

still real,

but totally invented

and fully imagined –

the objectification

of feeling.

 

The new reality

is shaped

and nurtured

from the past,

erased and reinvented —

if the artist is lucky

the new image

will seem more real

and more true.

— kenne

Wildflowers In The Meadow   Leave a comment

SCVN Weds Walk 08-01-12Wildflowers In The Meadow (Mt. Lemmon) — Image by kenne

Wildflower Meadow, Medawisla

The many-
oared asters
are coracles;

the goldenrod
pods, triremes.
They do not

plan their
voyages
to please us.

The tangle
of brambles
and drupes shifts

only slightly
when the wind
attempts to

part the knee-
or waist-high stalks
and thorns. What will

you do or
be in that state
you fear and look

forward to,
when none of
them needs

us, after
the last
seeds leave?

— Stephanie Burt

Messages On The Wall   2 comments

French Quarter-14-art-72Street Art — Photo-Artistry by kenne

messages on the wall
what you read
may not be
what you see

messages left behind
by those having
something to say
in pictures or words

messages of anger
messages of love
messages to the world
never pointless

sometimes
I think
sometimes
I don’t

I got the words
I got the pictures
I got the messages
I got the blame

soon to be 
torn down, or
painted over
by censors

tomorrow new thoughts
will create new messages
rescue me before I
fall into despair

— kenne

Be patient toward all that is unsolved . . .   1 comment

Marine Blue-2846-72Marine Blue, Mt. Lemmon (July 4, 2017) — Image by kenne

“Be patient toward all that
is unsolved in your heart
and try to love the questions themselves,
like locked rooms and like books that are
now written in a very foreign tongue.
Do not now seek the answers,
which cannot be given you because
you would not be able to live them.
And the point is, to live everything.
Live the questions now.
Perhaps you will then gradually,
without noticing it, live along
some distant day into the answer.”

— Rainer Maria Rilke

Some Trees   1 comment

Aspen Loop, hiking, Mt. LemmonAspen Loop On Mt. Lemmon (08/02/13) — 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.

— John Ashbery

“Written in 1948 when Ashbery was only 21 and a senior at Harvard College, this brief lyric has everything that his later, much longer, poems will advance. It is a love poem that never mentions love directly, but a feeling of being in love infuses the way the speaker sees, feels, and thinks about everything. It makes him feel both small and big, a tiny piece of a greater universe, but nonetheless connected to a world full of mystery and grandeur. A sense of the universe comes from gazing up at those huge trees from the ground while in love and remembering the immensity of that experience of feeling and thinking.” Source: Publishers Weekley 

Sheltered In Place Art   1 comment

Desk Lamp-Art-72Sheltered In Place Art — Photo-Artistry by kenne

one day in the future
I will start a writing
“Once upon a time in 
COVID-19 America.”

I will write about
how the pandemic 
without warning
changed how we live —

how we make use of time 
more time reading poetry
more time writing poetry
more time listening to music.

less time to be with friends
hiking the mountain trails
less time traveling to 
vacation with family.

the pandemic lingers on
a time of more and less
a time when nature reminds
us of the need to work together.

over the last three months
I take more still-life
and landscape photos more
of our home surroundings.

— kenne

 

I, Too   3 comments

Alabama2006-11-13-25Lincoln web-EditLincoln, Alabama (Old Downtown Lincoln Station By The Railroad Tracks) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

When my brother and I were in elementary school
we lived with my grandparents in Lincoln, Alabama.

My grandparents had sold the farm and moved into town.
Grandfather bought a two-pump gas station out on the Highway.

All the years since the person I remember most was Dacey Bell.
She was a young black woman who would help take care of us.

We loved Dacey Bell, and she loved us, therefore making it difficult
For us to understand why she was not allowed to eat with us.

We would ask why, but never got a clear answer — it just was.
Then one day, Dacey Bell stopped coming to be with us.

Again we would ask why — “Where had Dacey Bell gone?”
We were told Detroit, she had gone to work in Detriot.

Years later when I first read Langston Hughes’s poem, “I Too,”
The line that stood out was, “They send me to eat in the kitchen.”

. . . again I thought of Dacey Bell

— kenne

I, Too, Sing America by Langston Hughes

I, too, sing America.

I am the darker brother.
They send me to eat in the kitchen
When company comes,
But I laugh,
And eat well, And grow strong.

Tomorrow, I’ll be at the table
When company comes.
Nobody’ll dare Say to me,
“Eat in the kitchen,”
Then.

Besides,
They’ll see how beautiful I am
And be ashamed–

I, too, am America.

 

I Saw A Hummingbird As Big As The Sky   1 comment

Anna's Hummingbird-72Anna’s Hummingbird — Image by kenne

I saw a Peacock, with a fiery tail,
I saw a Blazing Comet, drop down hail,
I saw a Cloud, with Ivy circled round,
I saw a sturdy Oak, creep on the ground,
I saw a Ant swallow up a Whale,
I saw a raging Sea, brim full of Ale,
I saw a Venice Glass, Sixteen foot deep,
I saw a well, full of mens tears that weep,
I saw their eyes, all in a flame of fire,
I saw a House, as big as the Moon and higher,
I saw the Sun, even in the midst of night,
I saw the man, that saw this wondrous sight.

— Anonymous (400 Year-Old Nonsense Poem) 

Smoke And Haze In The Foothills   3 comments

Smoke & Haze-art-72Smoke and Haze In the Catalina Foothills — Photo-Artistry by kenne

We must make the most of life’s ups and down

when downs seem to overwhelm

do everything to lift up life through images

revealing its most brilliants.

— kenne 

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