Tag: NaPoWriMo

Poetry by Patrick JenningsApr 4, 20187:00 am

Eastern Glow

While others gaze
Upon low lying sun
I turn my eye
Unto opposing sky
And glory in
The subtler shades
Which vibrance
Though far less pronounced
Such bare honest glow
With its gracious tones
In soft pastel
Restrained
Does not shout out
But whispers clear
“I am a sight
Held no less dear”

Poetry by Patrick JenningsApr 3, 201811:53 am

Rangeland Sunset

Making time
Across a wide flat land
Sky burnished amber
Prairie icons
Punctuate the horizon
In a place of
Simplest existence
Simple and hard
And I drive on

Poetry by Patrick JenningsApr 3, 20188:32 am

Magic Sunlight

Sometimes
I remember
It’s just a star

Sometimes
I realize
The magic of its light

Most days
It rises, it sets
Another day gone by

But today
It’s magic
And so am I

Poetry by Patrick JenningsApr 2, 20184:59 pm

Sunday

Through the trees
The rock
And the sea

A rugged shoreline
In splendid
Repose

While I
Breathe silently

In time
With the rush of ocean
Upon the land

Dappled sun
Offers
Tonic warmth

Poetry by Patrick JenningsApr 2, 201812:00 pm

Aliens

I look to the sky
Wondering
If the aliens will ever come

I look to the sea
Realizing
They’re already here

Poetry by Patrick JenningsApr 2, 20187:00 am

Cluster of Life, Ucluelet, Vancouver Island, British Columbia, Canada

Clustered

I marvel at life
All clustered together
Enclaves of variety

And I wonder at you and I
With all that space
We put between us

And still
We just can’t
Get along

Poetry by Patrick JenningsApr 1, 20187:45 pm

Blue Moon

The dimmest light
Is yet magical

Illumines
The profound

Generous
With mystery

Poetry by Patrick JenningsApr 1, 201810:43 am

Amphitrite Night, Amphitrite Lighthouse, Wild Pacific Trail, Ucluelet, British Columbia, Canada

Light ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #133

In the darkness
Sweeping light
So sidle by
Serrated shore
Escorted in
Safe harbour
Waits

Poetry by Patrick JenningsApr 30, 20177:04 pm

Fractured Flash

I pan the camera
180 degrees
Seawall to Seawall
From Lions Gate span
Into Eastern sun
Morning fog
Laying low

Three times
A pair of runners
Find the frame
One time coming
One time going
And one time
In a fractured flash
As they pass before me

Poetry by Patrick JenningsApr 30, 20171:03 pm

Trust

She was broken and battered
Her ability to love
Damaged and misaligned
And yet

There was to her
A tenacious spirit
She grappled despair
And brought it down
Smothering the darkness
Not so much with light
But with a glimmer

I thought it was hope
But it was trust
Not just the kind
Given to others
But the kind given to self
Given to circumstances
Given to time, and possibility