Truth is too heavy a burden
For mere words to bear
For mere words to bear
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.
Derelict Docks
The only thing
Unchanging
In a landscape
Of the past
Unchanging
In a landscape
Of the past
Is the part of us
Which believes history
Is about the past
The greatest doings of men
I gaze across the chasm,
Marvelling at craftsmanship
At sheer force of will
The artistry and ingenuity of human beings
Seeking to make the world
A little better for themselves
A little more comfortable
A little more secure
Marvelling at craftsmanship
At sheer force of will
The artistry and ingenuity of human beings
Seeking to make the world
A little better for themselves
A little more comfortable
A little more secure
Perhaps
A little more beautiful.
A canyon of brown and pine
There is nothing quite like
A canyon of brown and pine
Turned white
Enveloped, still, in the grey storm
Passing through
Leaving its wintry gift
A canyon of brown and pine
Turned white
Enveloped, still, in the grey storm
Passing through
Leaving its wintry gift
Shrouded
Shrouded in the grey
Of sea mist
Of fog
Of cloud
Of sea mist
Of fog
Of cloud
I sit in the dunes
Shrouded there too
By the tall dune grass
In the November greys
In the November greys
Cold and wet
I have the beaches to myself
Mile upon mile
As if they were put here
Just for my pleasure
Cold and wet
I have the beaches to myself
Mile upon mile
As if they were put here
Just for my pleasure
Closer than infinity
Gazing into infinity
It seems
It seems
But perched here
On the hillside
A few hundred feet high
It is just 20 miles
To where the sea
Touches the sky
Like Icing
On the approach
I smell the sea salt
Heavy in the onshore wind
I smell the sea salt
Heavy in the onshore wind
I know the waves
Will be breaking
Far off the shore
Carrying their foam
Up onto the beach
Breakers on the Hard Shore
I am calmest
Where the ocean breaks
On a hard shore
Where the ocean breaks
On a hard shore
Where waves crash onto jagged rock
Foaming
Each breaker a crescendo
Of thunderous water
Faith ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #12
A flower bloom
Of porcelain
A dozen tiles
Or more
Of porcelain
A dozen tiles
Or more
A stupa grand
And towering
Each tile placed
By hands of men
Pix to Words 