Tag: Art

Poetry by Patrick JenningsAug 22, 20152:57 pm

A perfect day

A perfect day begins
In the pre-dawn
Anticipating the sun

I rise
Bring my didjeridu
To some beautiful place
And serenade the dawn

And so it begins

Poetry by Patrick JenningsAug 22, 201510:22 am

Expressing the divine within

The works of women and men
Are seldom so exquisitely beautiful
As when they are motivated by passion
For something greater than themselves

Whether that passion be God
Or Gaia
An ideal
Or a cause
Beauty
Or love

Poetry by Patrick JenningsAug 19, 20159:00 am

Doorways

When I see the light
Right there, before me
I try to remember

I may have to step
Through many doorways
To find its source

Detail by Patrick JenningsAug 11, 20159:08 am

A hard day, even for a stone face

Damn seagulls…

Poetry by Patrick JenningsAug 9, 201510:36 am

Walking on which World?

Nature’s patterns
Repeat
In scale
And context

A Martian landscape?
Or an Earthly detail?

Poetry by Patrick JenningsAug 9, 20158:48 am

We leave our mark on things

We leave our mark on things
Our names
A symbol
A statement
Of politics
Or preference
Of love
Or hatred
Or indifference
Or ignorance

Poetry by Patrick JenningsAug 7, 201511:41 pm

Footprints

A dinosaur walks a beach at ebbing tide
And leaves footprints of celebrity
Lasting hundreds of millions of years

I walk a beach at ebbing tide
And leave footprints of no consequence
Washed away in just a couple of waves

Poetry by Patrick JenningsAug 1, 20152:10 pm

Heavy Air

The air is heavy
Laden
Saturated

Clings to my flesh
Beads on my clothing
Thick with moisture

Abstract by Patrick JenningsJul 30, 20157:00 am

The Seashell Nebula

Continued from An Artistic Encounter With Nature

I return to Chesterman Beach every year now. It always surprises me that the house still isn’t there, that she is nowhere to be seen. I look up from the beach, expecting to see her, there at the top of the rocks, cradling a steaming mug of tea in her hands.

Abstract by Patrick JenningsJul 23, 201511:59 pm

An Artistic Encounter With Nature

“Let me paint for you,” she said.

“Ummm, yeah. Yeah!” I stammered as what she was suggesting sank in with increasing gravity.

“Yeah! That would be awesome!”