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.
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Old Sound, Britannia Beach, Howe Sound, British Columbia, Canada

Before ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #190

I float
Gently
Back in time

To an age before
This silence of spirit
And its sorrows
These days of hardness
And slight assurances

Back to a time
Of no small beauty
When time itself
Came in an abundance
Applied to the creation
Of wondrous things
While wonder was divinely inspired

Meaning was no fleeting connection
And purpose a life’s rendition

Before profit and growth and ROI
Became ends and means and purpose

A time long before
The remains of this pier
Were ever a pier
Before ever a ship
Sailed these waters
Before any European left the shores
Of a land not yet named Europe

Gently floating
I let waves and bird song
Dominate the frantic race
Of engines on the highway behind me
Breathe the ocean deeply in
Exhale millennia of progress

For a moment, at least
I exist in a time before
All that I am
Was ever possible

Can I let this self die
This day
Allow a time before
To lead me
To a time that follows

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Gravity, Plaça Reial, Barcelona, Catalonia, Spain

Gravity

I see you
Seeing me
As she sees me
And he sees someone
No one else sees

And I wonder
What you wonder
About what I wonder
While he wonders
About whom I wonder

All this seeing
And not seeing
All this wondering
About wondering
It all turns
Upon its tail

While all along
The water falls
With a noisy whoosh
The flow always down
Gravity draws all to Earth
Still we are always free
In our myriad ways
To see what we will see
All the while wondering
Just what is up

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Night Owls, Bar Mendizabal, Gothic Quarter, Barcelona, Catalonia, Spain copy

Quiet ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #189

In the small hours of the night
Somewhere between the last “sweet dreams”
And the alarm clock’s insistent chatter
I like to go out into the city

These quiet hours
In the quiet streets
Shared by a few other strays

When being alone in my own skin
Offers a kind of camaraderie with other lone souls

Being alone in their own skin