Tag: beauty

Poetry by Patrick JenningsMar 24, 20187:15 pm

Yet I Remain

Left behind
As if detritus
Like pilings
Rising from
The ocean depths
Stripped of the planks
Which gave them cause
Still, pretty they
Beneath their grey torment
So to offer
Weathered wise remark

Reach for the sky
Stand proud
And straight
Find new intent
If naught for aught
But to be seen
Standing here
Survivor still
Where some may fail
Yet I remain

Poetry by Patrick JenningsMar 24, 20185:23 pm

Dourest Grey, Britannia Beach, Howe Sound, Sea to Sky Highway, British Columbia, Canada

Grace Which Offers Hope

Even in the dourest grey
There is a beauty
Calling me
Up to the light
It wrests a smile
From sadness
Grace
Which offers hope
In darkest place
There helps me cope
Then rise
Up into flight
On wing
Up to the clouds
And through them
Sun
Illuminate
The good
I soar
In peace
Tranquility

Poetry by Patrick JenningsMar 23, 20186:00 pm

Times I Never Lived

I like to reminisce
About
Times I never lived

They seem to be much
Grander
Than the times I’m living now

I create them like
A dream
All lofty and sublime

Believing there’s
A truth
To the beauty of the lie

Poetry by Patrick JenningsMar 21, 20187:00 am

Coal Harbour Sunset, Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada

All I know

I often wonder
If the city is
The beauty it seems to me
Or perhaps some
Unmitigated tragedy

A grand delusion
At the end of a road
A wrong fork taken
Many eons ago

Poetry by Patrick JenningsMar 20, 20185:14 pm

Pretty String, Rishikesh, Uttarakhand, India

Pretty Things

A little bit of string
Round and round
The weathered trunk
Such a pretty thing

I don’t know why it’s there
Not that I really care

It’s warm
There’s sun
That little bit of string
Is just the perfect thing

Poetry by Patrick JenningsMar 19, 20182:59 pm

Old Wood Cool

He was old wood cool
Rugged, lined and beautiful
Someone people clung to
Like paint

He didn’t choose his friends
Everyone was welcome
And he played no favourites
But few weathered well in his company
Most faded quickly
In that radiant presence

I loved the bastard
And hated him

Poetry by Patrick JenningsMar 16, 20187:00 am

tugboat on amber seas, burrard inlet, Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada.jpg

Missing the Sea

It’s a funny thing
That I live just one block
From the ocean
Often times smell the salt
And the tide
Through an open window

And yet
I miss the sea

An urban inlet
Is not a wide sandy beach
On a limitless sea
With breakers vaulting salt spray
Into the atmosphere

Poetry by Patrick JenningsMar 12, 20187:00 am

Beautiful Presence

I am never more beautiful
In countenance
In presence
In spirit

Than when my mind is quiet
Connected to all things
At peace with myself
And the moment, just as it is

Poetry by Patrick JenningsMar 11, 20182:27 pm

Himalaya Foothills Sunrise VI, Kunjapuri Devi Temple, Rishikesh, Uttarakhand, India

Daybreak

Gently
I enter the day
Warming slowly
To the light
The birdsong
The clackety rumbling
Of footfalls and engines
Outside the window
As existence draws me back
Into being

Though, really
I could do with a few more hours
Of non-being

Poetry by Patrick JenningsMar 10, 20185:34 pm

Mother and Daughters II, Ganges River (Ganga), Varanasi, Uttar Pradesh, India

The Holy Ganga

There are waters in this world
I would not so much
As dip a toe in
I am thinking

As a mother purifies herself
In the waters of the holy Ganga
While her daughters prepare
To leap in, yet again