Poetry by Patrick JenningsSep 22, 20157:00 am

Fly like a seagull

I watch the seagull
Soar so effortlessly
Riding the air
As if its currents
Are visible to him

I wish, for a moment
That his grace was mine
That his freedom of flight
Was something I could experience

Poetry by Patrick JenningsSep 21, 20158:00 am

The beauty of Mesa Verde

It is easy enough to forget
What we are capable of
Without all the machines
And technologies of the massive

Such exquisite beauty

Poetry by Patrick JenningsSep 21, 20157:00 am

Thirsty

You may think
The desert is dead
Give it a little water
And watch it come to life

People are like that too
On the inside they may seem a little dead
But all they are
Is thirsty

Poetry by Patrick JenningsSep 20, 20154:55 pm

Little Jade Moth

Little jade moth
Flew in for a visit
Stayed for a day

Told no stories
Left only enigmas

Poetry by Patrick JenningsSep 20, 20153:43 pm

As if a blizzard

The cabins disappear
Into thickened air
As if a blizzard
Fell upon us

It is August
No snow is falling
But the haze
Of forests burning

Poetry by Patrick JenningsSep 20, 20152:13 pm

Sunrise and Solitude in the City

Sunlight penetrates the dawn
Fiery, virile, urgent
Skyline silhouette
City slumbering, still

Solitude
Among millions
Sole witness
To creation

Poetry by Patrick JenningsSep 20, 201512:42 pm

Infinite Supply

When I feel drained
Mentally, physically, spiritually
I quiet my mind
Allow my body to speak

I give us solitude
Connect to the battery
That is nature
And draw from her infinite energy

Poetry by Patrick JenningsSep 20, 201510:52 am

Pic and a Word Challenge #3: Depth

I have explored
The depths of the people I love
And discovered profound beauty

Still, there remain aspects unseen
Valleys undiscovered
Some never to be revealed

Poetry by Patrick JenningsSep 19, 201511:45 am

Organic Grid

At first, I think
A grid, man-made
Machine-like regularity
Straight lines and perfect angles
Mundane, boring

Abstract by Patrick JenningsSep 19, 201511:09 am

Houston, we have a problem

When I was a kid we had one of those huge station wagons with the fake wood side trim and a jump seat that faced backwards. My dad loved to drive, so every weekend we’d pile into the car, all six of us, and go for drives through the central New Jersey countryside.