Poetry by Patrick JenningsMay 1, 20157:00 am

Until at last I feel

Burn it off
Burn it away
Patinaed shell
This armour plate
Which walls me off
From light’s deceit
Reveal raw flesh
Beneath repose
So I must feel
The pain it knows

Poetry by Patrick JenningsApr 30, 201512:00 am

Breathing Fire

If I could build a castle
Post sent’nels breathing fire
Would you wear glass slippers
And deign to call me sire?

If we could live a fairy tale
With spells, I would acquire
For you the gold that glitters
Our true love would inspire

Poetry by Patrick JenningsApr 29, 201512:29 pm

Words come

Words come
Through sources unbidden

Not intended
For me alone

I write them
Or not

Olympus OM-2 by Patrick JenningsApr 29, 20157:00 am

Love is easier

I am as baffled by our ability to love as our ability to hate, and especially baffled by people who seem to love hating. How is that possible?

I no longer have the energy for hate. It brings me no pleasure, no relief, only tension, pain, anger.

Poetry by Patrick JenningsApr 28, 20157:00 am

As grains of sand

We drift through time
As grains of sand
Jostled by ripples
Upon dunes unseen

Poetry by Patrick JenningsApr 27, 20157:00 am

Now we are five

Five

We were six
Now we are five

I just need something…
Something to focus on
Something other than what was

Landscape by Patrick JenningsApr 24, 20157:00 am

A bit more vibrance, please

It’s not going to be much of a sunset I realize, walking onto the pier beside Ambleside Beach. There’s a little colour there, a subtle tinge lingering beneath the pale sky peeking through grey clouds. The ocean shimmers, just a bit, below the horizon.

Poetry by Patrick JenningsApr 22, 20151:02 pm

Steampunk Penmanship

Letters flow from nibs
With sleek lines and sharp angles
Riveted and welded together
In a haphazard harmony of spare parts
Constructing the machinery of meaning