Poetry by Patrick JenningsNov 18, 20188:46 am

Horseshoe Bend, Glen Canyon National Recreation Area, Arizona, United States of America

Bend ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #162

The bends oft
Obscure the end
Yet go
I must
And like the river
Wend
Until the end
Is sure

Poetry by Patrick JenningsNov 17, 20188:17 am

This Wee Continent of Life, Lichen, Drumheller, Alberta, Canada

Beauty Unremarked

This wee continent of life
Entwined in a small living sea
All of it ancient beyond my ken
I could not count out the years
In all my time

But the years of consciousness
I could count
In just an afternoon
And my own years
Rattled off in seconds

In the vast pre-history
Of consciousness
This beauty unremarked

But do my remarks
Or those of others
Make the beauty so?

Poetry by Patrick JenningsNov 16, 201810:13 am

Born of Tempest, Long Beach, Pacific Rim National Park, Vancouver Island, British Columbia, Canada

Born of the Tempest

Some things
Are not meant to be seen
Under a blue sky
In the full glare of the sun

Some things
Were born of the tempest
And their beauty lies
In the storm

Poetry by Patrick JenningsNov 12, 20188:11 pm

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

Solemn Wonders

I share the long, shallow beach
With a few dozen souls
All of a demeanor
In their slow meander
Up and down the shoreline

Hands pocketed
Shoulders hunched
Voices hushed

They’re a beautiful sight
These denizens of stormy weather
There’s a strength
In their solemn wonder

Here where nature runs her course
Indifferent to the human presence
While the humans revel quietly
In hers

Poetry by Patrick JenningsNov 11, 20182:20 pm

Fallen Maple Leaf, Stanley Park, Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada

Remembrance ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #161

For all of you
Who’ve gone to ground
Fallen in a season
For which life
Had not yet come around
Bleakest autumn
Fell upon your spring

I remember
And I write

Words seeking time
In some future dream
When the Flanders torch
Shall not be passed
We will no longer ask
The young to die
For causes wrought
Upon the lie
Of righteousness

A time when poppies bloom
In their rightful spring
Not this remorseful
Autumnal rite
No longer red
No blood be spilled
But lovely white
Our peace fulfilled