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Poetry by Patrick JenningsJan 5, 201712:07 pm

Moon Over Bowen, Howe Sound, Sea to Sky Highway, Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada

Tides

I am a creature
Of my own thoughts
Of my own will
Of my own choice

Or so I think

Reminded by
The tides of seas
The tides of light
As moon circles I
As I circle sun

Not choice
Nor fate
All that is
Circles round
In ebb and flood

Poetry by Patrick JenningsJan 4, 20179:29 am

Crescent Moon and Evening Star, Howe Sound, Sea to Sky Highway, British Columbia, Canada

Moments Such as This

It is difficult enough
To imagine the infinity
Of space and time
Without trying
To comprehend the immensity
Of my own existence
In just this finite moment

But moments such as this
Fuel my imagination
And stoke my passion
For contemplation

Poetry by Patrick JenningsJan 2, 201711:04 pm

Sunset, Howe Sound, Sea to Sky Highway, British Columbia, Canada

Some Distant Sunset

The heat
Of some distant sunset
Ignites steel rails
Red and yellow hot

While light breezes
Shimmer on the sea
Settling snow to Earth
From branch and bough
Where it once rested

Poetry by Patrick JenningsJan 1, 201711:13 am

Tenuous Connection, Whytecliff Park, West Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada

Tenuous ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #70

I walk the tenuous path
Connecting here and now to other
Mindful of the tides
And time
Knowing
Not all explorations bear fruit
So I plan my return
With equal care

Moving forward, sometimes
Requires stepping backward
To reconnoitre
To reconsider
To recenter on the here and now
So the paths to possible others
May emerge

Poetry by Patrick JenningsDec 31, 20162:47 pm

A Sheen Below, Howe Sound, Sea to Sky Highway, From Horseshoe Bay, British Columbia, Canada

I Find My Way

The sheen below reflects
The snowcapped peaks far above
Unseen beyond low hanging cloud
While the little tug
She trundles cross the sound
Inbound from points unknown

In this world am I unbound
Softer than the lazy breeze
Which barely ripples cross the sea
Unattached to weighty thoughts
Adrift, perhaps, some might say
Yet guided by the tidal flows

I find my way