Poetry by Patrick JenningsJan 24, 20197:00 am

An Ode to The Seven

I see The Seven
In the land
The textures
The gestures
The shapes and lines

And the colours
Oh the colours
Ever vibrant
Even this brown earth

They painted
With expansiveness
Let the grandiose
Dominate the brush

Then I
So happy
For just a hint of them
Through the glass
Held in my hand

Poetry by Patrick JenningsJan 20, 20196:48 pm

wordy window on the world, mojave desert, route 66, california, united states of america copy

Words ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #171

I am no Poet
Least not in
The classic Poet’s manner

I’ve never studied
What the Poets say
Nor worried much
How they place their words
Or why that way

I do not know
How to write a sonnet
I am not sure
What makes pentameter
Iambic

I hope that’s OK

Poetry by Patrick JenningsJan 19, 20199:28 pm

obsidian sea, gibsons, strait of georgia, sunshsine coast, british columbia, canada

Empty Sails

I sailed across
Obsidian sea
On breathless eve
With pastel sky

While the moon
By just a half
Whispered lightly
On the sly

Love awaits
On farther shore
Beneath the peaks
Upon the sand

It will not linger
For a moment more
Nor even greet you
When you make land

If no love
Has filled your sails
If no love
Has filled your sails

Poetry by Patrick JenningsJan 17, 201911:17 pm

Pitter Patter

Pitter patter
Falls the rain
And the leaves

Splish splash
Boat at anchor
On the sea

Roly poly
Float the logs
Storms set free

Poetry by Patrick JenningsJan 16, 201912:05 pm

The Susurrus of Grey

On a day I wondered
If the rain might never end

The clouds did not break
The sun did not shine

So I sat with the rain
Found the beauty in the greys
With the susurrus of droplets
Falling on the gentle sea

In the peace I found there
The spark of a mirthful hope

Perhaps it would be better
If the rain did never end

Poetry by Patrick JenningsJan 15, 20191:10 pm

rocky mountain peaks, maligne valley, jasper national park, alberta, canada

Implacable

It is the hard
Which asks me
To be soft

The unyielding
Asks me
To yield

So I become the cloud
Pass over the peaks
Flow through the valley
I align with the supple forces
Which overcome the implacable

Poetry by Patrick JenningsJan 14, 201911:23 am

query, alphabet ball sculpture, new west public library, new westminster, british columbia, canada

Time and Beauty

Burnished
Pitted
Patinaed

Oh
The many beauties
Of ageing