Tag: beauty

Poetry by Patrick JenningsJul 25, 20158:48 am

We are the lucky ones

She came into my life
Throwing a lifeline
In a turbulent time

She will never know
Nor can I explain
To her or anyone
The many ways
Her words touched me
Her songs sang to my spirit

Landscape by Patrick JenningsJul 23, 20157:25 am

Tranquility Bay

Tranquility Bay, here.
The Eagle has landed.

Poetry by Patrick JenningsJul 23, 20157:00 am

My city fair

There’s a city down to the right
Shrouded in the grey
Below the mountains on the left
Beyond the sea of light

It’s a city fair
A city rare
Which once was quite contrite

Poetry by Patrick JenningsJul 21, 20157:00 am

Little green moth

When we talk about our lives, it’s not the stories about the safe paths we have taken which are our favourite stories to tell. It’s the risky choices which make for the best tales, no matter the difficulties, no matter the outcomes. These are the choices from which we grow the most, both at the time and years later when we recount those moments. We are always learning from our experiences, even years after having them.

Poetry by Patrick JenningsJul 20, 20158:04 pm

Layers and Sunlight

Layer upon layer
Burgundy, rosé and tawny
The low sun shapes sepias
Into amber and honey

Poetry by Patrick JenningsJul 20, 20155:29 pm

Half of it is sky

Southbound 87
Make the centre line unfurl
Gotta get to Winslow
Where Jackson sees the girl

The scenes are rightful pretty
Can’t stop to take the pic
Shoot across the dashboard
Will have to do the trick

Poetry by Patrick JenningsJul 18, 20158:00 am

Yellow Sky at Night

The sun goes down while
The colour goes up
And it’s a beauty
A flood of neon yellow

How does the physics do that?

Olympus OM-2 by Patrick JenningsJul 13, 20157:00 am

Remember Me

In the dusky hour, the shops and stalls closed up for the night. The day’s crowds still dwindling as I wander the streets.

I am in Kashgar’s thrall. Its people, its buildings, its colours, its smells. Its efficient simplicity, driven by foot and hoof on these back alleys and lanes. The smiles; the furrowed brows; the twinkling eyes, the hard glares: of shopkeepers and shoppers.