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Poetry by Patrick JenningsJul 21, 20227:00 am

Splashes and Blur, Jakarta, Java, Indonesia

Sharpness is a Bourgeois Concept

Colours and edges
Splashes and blur
Nothing to see

But for the eyes
A turn of a head

And just enough detail

This would be a discard
X’d out on a contact sheet

But for those eyes
Because now I want to know
What she sees

Poetry by Patrick JenningsJul 19, 20227:00 am

Long Beach Surfer, Pacific Rim National Park, Vancouver Island, British Columbia, Canada

The Exhilerating Colours of Grey

He’d always start the day
In the ocean
With a board
And the waves

The water was always cold
Often too the air
Grey skies the norm
The sea like slate

But every wave
Was a band of colour
In a rainbow
That became his day

Poetry by Patrick JenningsJul 17, 20227:00 am

Dust Storm

Sometimes
Life moves at a pace
I cannot keep

Or rather
Life moves
I simply do not

And in my disastrous stillness
The dust storm rolls in
Without hesitation

To Roll
Over
Me

Move or don’t move
Retreat or don’t retreat
Seek cover or…

Let
The dust
Take me

Poetry by Patrick JenningsJul 16, 20227:00 am

Nature’s Dance

I like to imagine
Mother Nature kicking back
In her Adirondack
Enjoying the majestic dance
Of her creation
Choreographed with geological rhythm

The chuckles she must chortle
As all her little creatures
Scurry about the stage
Like so many Keystone Kops
In a silent era comedy
None more ridiculous
Than we

Poetry by Patrick JenningsJul 15, 202212:19 pm

Beauty Rises from the Fog, Vancouver, Britsh Columbia, Canada

Possibilities

A thought rises through the fog
Beautiful, perhaps
Or dangerous
Maybe both
As beauty and danger
Often are

Risk

The blade of possibility
Honed to fine edge
So that with a stroke
We may manifest the exquisite
Or sunder it
Whether through intent
Fortune or folly

Poetry by Patrick JenningsJul 14, 20227:00 am

Carapace and Claw

What’s left behind
On this near side of eternity
Shell of existence
Shadow legacy

Husk of memories kept alive
By those who’d known the shell
But never the true nature
Of what it protected

Too the trails
Footfalls left in the sand
Evidence of passing presence
Echoes oft anonymous

No matter all this
Tides soon enough erase
While echoes fade
To silence

So cling to hope
For something beyond
The far side of death
Or suffer the fear of oblivion

Poetry by Patrick JenningsJul 13, 20225:00 pm

Stroll in the Stand at Haystack Rock, cannon Beach, Oregon, United States of America

Morning Stroll in the Sand

A lazy Thursday morning
When life is but a stroll in the sand
With the river flowing out
The waves rolling in
Very breath of Earth
As we all take a welcome sigh
In advance of the hodge-podge concerns
The day will all-too-soon offer

May I carry that sigh of the sea
Into the coming hours
Breathe in waves of beauty
Let the day’s worries flow from my earthly body
The only weight I’ll bear
Left behind on the beach
Footprints in the sand