Author: Patrick Jennings

I travel, when I can. Write, when inspired. Photograph, where there's beauty. Make films, for a living. Oh, and I play a decent didjiridu.

Poetry by Patrick JenningsAug 8, 201610:12 am

Light through the screen of darkness, The Magicians, Season 2

Details in the Darkness

I remind myself
Darkness is not simple
Darkness is never complete

In the intricate darkness
I find beauty
I find insight

Without a subtle understanding
Of the complexity of darkness
I will never see the light truly

Poetry by Patrick JenningsAug 7, 201611:09 am

Obscured Path, White Lake Trail, White Lake Grasslands, Okanagan Falls, British Columbia, Canada

Obscured ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #49

I follow the obscured path
Tall grass licking my legs
Tickling the spokes
Going “teedle teedle teedle”
While handlebars cut a swath
Parting a bow wave in the ocean of grass

It’s like swimming through a sea
Of stems and raspy leaves
The stiff breeze wrestles up a wave
Which rolls across the grassland and trees
A moment of cool in the sun roasted air
Which clings to my lips, dries my lungs

Poetry by Patrick JenningsAug 6, 20163:15 pm

The beauty in my own darkness

In the darkest moments
The light comes through
Illuminating shadows
Giving shape and form to the world
So I may find my way
To the beauty and insight
Hidden in my own darkness

Poetry by Patrick JenningsAug 6, 20161:23 pm

Where the light is most obscured

Sometimes
The most interesting things happen
The most beautiful things
Where the light is most obscured

I begin to understand
Why both the light and the dark
Are necessary

Poetry by Patrick JenningsAug 5, 201610:07 am

Light in the Darkness, Central Park, Burnaby, British Columbia, Canada

In every darkness

There is a light
To find my way
In every darkness
Which I remind myself
To seek

And when I
Finally find the light
No matter where
It seems to be

Poetry by Patrick JenningsAug 4, 20168:45 am

Boy Playing in the Waves, South Chesterman Beach, Tofino, British Columbia, Canada

When the Waves Come

When the waves come, I can

Ride them
Duck them
Vault them

Or I can stand firm
And let the ocean wash over me
Feel its power
Enjoy the surge of energy
As it flows all around me

Poetry by Patrick JenningsAug 3, 20167:22 am

Broken Shells and Sand, South Chesterman Beach, Tofino, British Columbia, Canada

She Danced

She danced
As if everyone was watching
And all they wanted
Was to see her dance

She danced
As if every word she’d ever spoken
Could be translated
To a gesture, a swirl, or a twirl

She danced
And all I knew was
I wanted to be there on the dance floor
With her, now and forever

Poetry by Patrick JenningsAug 2, 20167:38 pm

Crowsnest Highway, East of Hope, British Columbia, Canada

The Granularity of Existence

There is this granularity
To all existence
To things
To life

The fractal geometry
Of everything

Littler things
Make up little things
Little things
Make up bigger things
Bigger things
Make up big things

Poetry by Patrick JenningsAug 2, 20167:00 am

Light in the Trees, Seymour Demonstration Forest, North Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada

Light in the Forest of Non-Being

Sunlight cracks through the canopy
Spreading through the boughs
Falling to the forest floor
Where I sit
With the birdsong
And the whisper of the wind
Through rustling branches

All there is
Is me
And nature

Poetry by Patrick JenningsAug 1, 201612:14 pm

Butte, Monument Valley Navajo Tribal Park, Arizona, United States of America

Pinnacles

Pinnacle rises
From valley floor
Testament to
Reaching for the sky

I remind myself
The valley once
Was plateau
Thrust up high
Then worn away
By time and weather