Archive for the ‘Poetry’ Tag

Sanderling Wading Birds   1 comment

Sanderling Wading Birds — Photo-Artistry by kenne

It is possible to walk along the shore
run from the incoming waves

or if you prefer to wade in the water
splashing and kicking as the waves

move in and out not distracting
the sanderlings, or are they sandpipers

wading and probing as loud,
squawking seagulls fly overhead

only to be decorated from above.

— kenne

Sonoran Street   Leave a comment

Sonoran Street — Image by kenne

The picture was there
in my mind,
it always had been
to capture it
I must first find it.

Suddenly,
the scene was set
repeating
what was now scripted.

— kenne

I Dream of A Quiet Man   1 comment

Fiddleneck Wildflowers — Photo-Artistry by kenne

I dream of a quiet man
who explains nothing and defends
nothing, but only knows
where the rarest wildflowers
are blooming, and who goes,
and finds that he is smiling
not by his own will.

― Wendell Berry 

Climate Change   10 comments

Climate Change — Abstract Art by kenne

black and gray
drowns
out the blue
oceans
full of plastic
poison
in our water
virus
in the air
deserts
are dryer
water
in the streets
glasers
are melting
forests
are burning
times
are changing

— kenne

Stones   Leave a comment

Stones — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Stones

I bring them from the mountains,
from the sea, from the edge
of streams and look at them,
heft them, hold them hard
while they keep holding themselves
harder. Is it because
they haven’t had to change
their surfaces in our time
though, in theirs, they’ve suffered
the blunt demands of ice
and water and wind and god
knows fire, been cracked and frozen,
thawed, made molten again
and again have started over
grinding and being ground
from monument to boulder,
to rock, to river stone,
to gravel, to pebbles, to sand,
to slurries of grit, to dust?

— David Wagoner
(Source: Terrain.org)

December Full Moon with Effects   1 comment

December 29, 2020 Full Moon with Effects — Images by kenne

My soul’s shadow
raps around the moon.

My heart is resting
in a bed of dreams.

My eyes open wide
just before dawn.

— kenne

The Bluebird of Happiness   Leave a comment

Western Bluebird — Image by kenne

The beggar man and the mighty king are only diff’rent in name,
For they are treated just the same by fate.
Today a smile and tomorrow a tear,
We’re never sure what’s in store,
So learn your lesson before it is too late, so

Be like I, hold your head up high,
Till you find a bluebird of happiness.
You will find greater peace of mind
Knowing there’s a bluebird of happiness.
And when he sings to you,
Though you’re deep in blue,
You will see a ray of light creep through,
And so remember this, life is no abyss,
Somewhere there’s a bluebird of happiness.

— from The Bluebird of Happiness by  Edward Heyman

 

On, What Sorrow   Leave a comment

Sonoran Winter Sunset — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Crossroad

   On, what sorrow to have
poems off in the distance
of passion, and a brain
all stained with ink!

   Oh, what sorrow not to have
the happy man’s fantastical
shirt—a tanned skin,
the sun’s carpet.

   (Flocks of letters
wheel round my eyes.)

   Oh, what sorrow the ancient 
sorrow of poetry,
this sticky sorrow
so far from clean water!

   Oh, sorrow of sorrowing
to sip at the vein of lyric!
Oh, sorrow of dried-up fountains
and mills without flour!

   Oh, what sorrow to have 
no sorrow, to spend life
on the colorless grass
of the hesitant lane!

   Oh, the deepest sorrow:
the sorrow of joy, a plow
Cutting furrows for us
where weeping bears fruit!

   (The cold moon rises
over a paper mountain.)
Oh, sorrow of truth!
Oh, sorrow of the lie!

— Federico Garcia Lorca   

Christmas For Two   10 comments

Christmas Eve 2020 Sunset (Tucson) — Images by kenne

Christmas for two

2010 was our first
Christmas in Tucson
we spent it together 
hiking nearby trails
swimming in the pool
enjoying our new desert life.

over the years, we traveled
each Christmas
spending time with family

now ten years out
the curse of COVID
has limited our travels
we are together again
on Christmas Eve watching
another beautiful sunset 

we miss not being
with family and friends
a price for the future

— kenne

“Spinning Song” — A Love Song

So the shortest day came . . .   3 comments

Solstice Sunset — Image by kenne

So the shortest day came, and the year died,
And everywhere down the centuries of the snow-white world
Came people singing, dancing,
To drive the dark away.
They lighted candles in the winter trees;
They hung their homes with evergreen;
They burned beseeching fires all night long
To keep the year alive,
And when the new year’s sunshine blazed awake
They shouted, reveling.
Through all the frosty ages you can hear them
Echoing behind us—Listen!!
All the long echoes sing the same delight,
This shortest day,
As promise wakens in the sleeping land:
They carol, feast, give thanks,
And dearly love their friends,
And hope for peace.
And so do we, here, now,
This year and every year.
Welcome Yule!

— Susan Cooper

Cactus Wren In Sabino Canyon   Leave a comment

Cactus Wren In Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne

The male cactus wren
to attract the female
will build two or more
nest, usually in the cholla
still, he may not be able 
to allure her affection.

— kenne

The Shortest Day   Leave a comment

Hunters in the Snow– painting by Pieter Bruegel the Eider

As we experience the shortest day of the year, Pieter Bruegel the Elder’s painting, “Hunters in the Snow,” is an almost perfect picture of the contrasting scenes we experience this time of year, depicting isolation and melancholy producing a sense that we are being pulled into a silent landscape where the deep drifts of snow where you can “feel the cold and sense the audible dullness as the landscape sucks the sound from every little human vignette.” 

His paintings are beautiful because his compositions make one of the opposites, based on Eli Siegel’s principle of aesthetic realism: “All beauty is a making one of opposites, and the making of one of the opposites is what we are going after in ourselves.”

opposites are one

composing yesteryear’s coldness

stretching through time

standing still in the moment
 

searching the unrestricted

working with opposites

reassuring in sameness
 

emphasizing divergence

promising order

pleasing to self

— kenne

Running From Daimons   Leave a comment

Running From Daimons — Grunge Art by kenne

What marks upon the yielding clay? Two marks
Made by my feet, two by my daimon’s feet
But all confused because my marks and his
Are on the selfsame spot, his toes
Where my heels fell, for he and I
Pausing a moment in our headlong flight
Face opposite ways, my future being his past.

— from Images by W. B Yates

Paulo Still Life   1 comment

Paulo Still Life — Photo-Artistry by kenne

 Nōtan (濃淡)

winter’s sun
casts long shadows
on the shortest day
creating contrasting
values of shape
between objects
and the wall

in turn capturing
my eye
as darkness wins

— kenne

(Nōtan (濃淡) is a Japanese word, meaning dark-light, there is no English language equivalent.
It embodies an ancient Eastern concept, in which all things exist as inseparable and in perfect harmony.)

 

Some Of My Favorite Colors   1 comment

Some of My Favorite Colors — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Blue Dignity

Blue dignity
Is suddenly black

And brown and gray
Other colors that cause flack

A sapphire poses
Amongst a bed of roses

And strength and triumph remain
Where graceful refrain

Oh copper-colored cream
What did I dream

Don’t replay the past
Or snakes will wrath

Violets violets of the sea
Why did you

Leave me

 
— Dorothea Lasky
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