Archive for the ‘Raven’ Tag
“The Town Cryer” — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Poetry is read by the lovers of poetry
and heard by some move they coax to the cafe
or the district library for a bifocal reading.
Lovers of poetry may total a million people
on the whole planet. Fewer than the players of skat.
— from “The Instrument” by Les Murray
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Mountain Cabin — Digital Painting by kenne
A red cabin stands
At the far end of the trail
Below Mt. Lemmon —
A big black dog
With his chain stretched,
Barking.
A smell of coffee,
She calls the dog
Back to the porch
As a nearby raven
Seems to echo her,
Calling.
— kenne
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A Raven Morning — Grunge Art by kenne
A raven morning
Darkness is fading away
But leave us the wind.
— kenne
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Raven In the Snow — Computer Painting by kenne
A wet snow fell on the mountains
clinging to the pine needles
on a silent, dark night.
By dawn, the clouds were gone
leaving behind an icing
in the high country
where the sun awakens
a picture perfect landscape
and the ravens announce,
. . . “Good Morning America.”
— kenne
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Raven on High — Grunge Art by kenne
raven on high
landing
on an agave flower
casting
a death shadow
linking
the demon
talking
to the wind
waiting
for wind currents
lifting off
free to sore high
performing skilled
aerobatic maneuvers
combining
loops and rolls
seeking intensity
not for show, just for fun
— kenne
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Raven — Grunge Art by kenne
Raven — Grunge Art by kenne
“Hey,” said Shadow.
“Huginn or Muninn, or whoever you are.”
The bird turned, head tipped,
suspiciously, on one side,
and it stared at him with bright eyes.
“Say ‘Nevermore,'” said Shadow.
“Fuck you,” said the raven.”
— Neil Gaiman
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The Raven Calls — Grunge Composition by kenne
let me tell you
hell is built
piece by piece
brick by brick
around
you.
it’s a gradual,
not a rapid
process.
we build our
own
inferno,
blame
others.
but hell is
hell.
wordly hell is
hell.
my hell and
your
hell.
our
hell.
hell, hell,
hell.
the song of
hell.
putting your
shoes on
in the
morning,
hell.
— Charles Bukowski
Grunge Composition by kenne
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Grunge Composition by kenne
