Poetry by Patrick JenningsNov 30, 20157:00 am

Faculty of Pharmaceutical Sciences Building, University of British Columbia, Canada

Leaping into disorientation

Sometimes I get confused
Which way’s up
And which way’s down
Which floor am I on?
Which floor should I be on?
Which door should I take?
Should I have come in through that one?

Poetry by Patrick JenningsNov 29, 20153:48 pm

Tyaughton Lake, British Columbia, Canada

Water, warmth and the company of family and friends

There is something to be said
For calm water and green trees
On a warm summer’s day
Spent with family and friends

Poetry by Patrick JenningsNov 29, 20151:34 pm

Peeling paint, Britannia Beach, British Columbia, Canada

Pattern & Detail

I am often torn
Between exploring
Patterns
Or details

Poetry by Patrick JenningsNov 29, 201511:55 am

Howe Sound storm, Britannia Beach, British Columbia, Canada

Fury ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #13

It is an angry sea
Whipped up
By a furious sky
And I…

I sink into my rage

Abstract by Patrick JenningsNov 28, 20159:16 pm

Sailboat Hull, Britannia Beach, British Columbia, Canada

Green Paint

I begin with the heavy grit, which takes long, deep scratches of paint with it, gouging down through the layers of paint.

Poetry by Patrick JenningsNov 28, 20155:01 pm

Ferry Terminal, Porteau Cove, Howe Sound, British Columbia, Canada

In the tumult, find peace

On a cold, wet October afternoon
Howe Sound takes on the tone of slate
The wind blows hard
Straight up the channel
White caps breaking
Hair and camera strap fluttering

Poetry by Patrick JenningsNov 28, 201510:50 am

Stone Faces, The Old Customs House, Britannia Beach, British Columbia, Canada

Sleeping Beauty

Sleeping in on a Saturday
Dimly aware of the presence beside me
Who kept me awake long after bedtime
Who jostled me awake throughout the night
Tossing in her dreams
Rising for a trip to the bathroom
Snuggling in with her stale perfume
As she’s just done
Tousled hair in my face
Tickling my nose
Along with her morning breath

Poetry by Patrick JenningsNov 28, 201510:13 am

Cathedral Gorge State Park, Nevada, United States of America

Constant Change

I look over the mound
Of withering sandstone
Seeking frames for textures

A few grains of sand
Knocked loose by the breeze
Skitter down a miniature ravine
Knocking loose a few more
Along the way
All coming to rest
With so many other grains
Collected in a miniature valley
Slowly filling up
With grains of sand