Tag: NaPoWriMo

Poetry by Patrick JenningsMay 1, 202510:29 pm

Moki Dugway Sunrise Over Valley of the Gods, Utah State Highway 261, Near Mexican Hat, United States of America

The Morning After

They say there’s got to be
A morning after
Just hold on
Through the night

I say the best work
Comes in the dark of night
And the morning after?

The words are posted
So coffee, ham and eggs

And maybe a post-posting edit

Poetry by Patrick JenningsApr 30, 20256:20 pm

Between the Golden and the Blue, Douglas Family Preserve Santa Barbara California, United States of America

Colours that can Be ~ NaPoWriMo Day 30

What better moment
Can there be
Than when my eyes
Can see
All the many colours
That can be

Perhaps only
That moment
When I can love
All the many colours
That are me

Poetry by Patrick JenningsApr 29, 20259:38 pm

Backlight, Point Sur State Historic Park, Big Sur, Pacific Coast Highway, California, United States of America

Companions of Existence ~ NaPoWriMo Day 29

This orb
This life giver
This thing of mass
And light
And heat
And meaning
That sets consciousness
Alight

This battery
The necessary and sufficient thing
To create all things

Material
Etherial
Conceptual
Spiritual

Generator of

Possibility
Inevitability

Everything depends
On a lonely star
Circled by rocks and gas and ice
Themselves circled by rocks and gas and ice
Twirling on the outer arm
Of a galaxy of stars and rocks and gas and ice
All made of star stuff

Except consciousness
Which lives in a home
Made of star stuff
But is not
Itself
Star stuff

Instead
Merely a conceit of matter
Believing it is matter
That somehow
Matters

And perhaps it does
Or
Perhaps it does not

But in this moment
I matter
To me
And that is all
That matters

That
And all the other
Matter houses
For consciousness

My companions
Of existence

Poetry by Patrick JenningsApr 28, 20257:00 am

Serenity ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #408 & NaPoWriMo Day 28

The sky
Wanes to night
While I
Rest on cliff’s edge
Above the serenity
Of calm waters
Allow the last vestiges
Of daylight
To dance
Their vibrant death
When I
Turn for home
And the solitude
Of a lonely highway
No taillights
But my own
No headlights
But the moon
In the rearview
All the way
To bed
Where I
Sleep the deepest
Of sleeps

Poetry by Patrick JenningsApr 27, 20259:50 pm

Headlong into the Highway, Denpasar, Bali, Indonesia

Muzzle Velocity ~ NaPoWriMo Day 27

It came at us so fast
Muzzle velocity
Non-linear

So many breeches
So many crimes
So many offences
So much hatred

From every direction
All at once
Diverging
Merging
Breeding

Pick one
Out of the spray of transgressions
Pick the most egregious one

Try to track it
Understand it
Predict it
Counter it

But then another
Even worse
And then another
Worse again
And another
Unfathomable
And another
Unthinkable
And another
Impossible

Until existence itself
No longer seems real
And it is oh, so very tempting
To just throw up our hands
Not so much in surrender
Or resignation
Or exasperation
But in absolute confusion

We don’t know what to do anymore
What to think
What to feel

Emotional
Intellectual
Spiritual
Cognitive
Physical

Overload

All that is left
Is a collective
Shudder and shout
In the streets

Return fire
The muzzle velocity
Of the masses

Hit them with every grievance
With every suffered pellet of shot

March
Raised fists
Raised voices

Smother them with resistance
From every direction
All at once

Until they throw up their hands
In surrender