Archive for the ‘Southern Arizona’ Tag
“Window of Yesterdays” — Photo-Artistry by kenne
The Window Of Yesterdays
Like Cinderella’s
Glass slipper
Only one shoe
Had the right fit.
In life’s early years
It took time
Searching
For the right fit —
Trying on
Many different shoes
Before the music
Brought us together.
I
Slipped into you
Tying you
To my body –
Knowing
Only you
Could get so close.
We
Have walked
Many miles
Not always in step
But at the start of each day
You were there.
You
Supported each step
Through the good times
When we danced together
And the bad times
When the music stopped.
Over the years
I knew
Where we were going
You knew
Where we had been
As our souls
Have now worn thin —
Broken
Held together by twin
Only now expressing
The secret face
Of our enter selves.
Having been seduced
By a lover’s
Darkest kiss
No longer laced together —
Merely to be left behind
In the window
Of yesterdays
Kissed only
By tomorrow’s sun.
— kenne
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Southern Arizona Winter Fenceline Painting by kenne
I love fences
while loving
entrances,
a reflection
of my being
in a world
of contrasts
and opposites.
— kenne
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Cattle Watering Hole In Southern Arizona — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Once beautiful desert grassland,
Now destroyed by cattle raising
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
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Desert Mountains of southern Arizona — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Towards the blue mountains,
a place shadowed by dark spaces
leaving a sort of a loneliness —
instead a Zen window where
thoughts become poetry
though never in a book
where true poems flee
into a world of deep silence.
— kenne
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“Old Watering Hole” — Black & White Image by kenne
OTHERSIDE OF NOWHERE
Still dusty and dry
the old place ain’t
what it used to be.
In the desert it’s hot
Thirsty for summer rains —
Yesterday was windy.
Vultures circle above
I turn away only to look back
Disappearing into clear air.
The mountains sweep up
As if floating a gray color
Over the old corral.
Soft breeze at mid-day
Vanes slowly turning
The noisy water pump.
A shadow network
Of the sunshine moves
Across dry sandy ground.
I cut down an agave stalk
To become my walking stick —
An old phase made real.
High on the ridge-side
I follow my own trail
To the otherside of nowhere.
— kenne
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Insolation Controls in the Age of Anthropocene
(Understanding Global Warming for Nonbelievers)
anthropocene
newly coined
unknown to
joe the Plumber
a new human
condition
argued as
invalid
only to be
based
on the invalid
alignment of
insolations
maxima and minima
questioning the new
condition
of our condition
— kenne
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Western Corral — Image by kenne
May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome,
dangerous, leading to most amazing view.
May your mountains rise into and above the clouds.
— Edward Abbey
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