Tag: children

Poetry by Patrick JenningsDec 5, 201512:13 pm

On the steps with young monks, Labrang Si monastery, Xiahe, Gansu Province, The People's Republic of China

My eye, right back at me

I give my camera to a young monk
Without words, show him the basics
He steps away
Points my eye right back at me
And snaps a perfect moment

It occurs to me… Sometimes
The best way to see ourselves
Is to hand our vision to someone else
And let them tell us what they see

Poetry by Patrick JenningsOct 31, 20154:56 pm

Moments With Family

In all this world
With its proud vistas
And exquisite scenery

There is nothing
More beautiful
Than a moment shared

Poetry by Patrick JenningsOct 13, 20157:00 am

Mother and Child

She kept him swaddled up
Against the cold
Against her chest
Where he could easily
Reach her breast

He snuggled in
Rested his chest
Against her heart
Which she loved

Poetry by Patrick JenningsOct 5, 201510:51 pm

In a land without Dickens

Two Dickensian urchins
Out on the streets
All smile and curiosity
In a land without Dickens

Poetry by Patrick JenningsOct 4, 20158:00 am

Pic and a Word Challenge #5 ~ Curiosity

Curiosity
May well have
Killed the cat

But it made
A man
Of the boy

Poetry by Patrick JenningsSep 15, 20157:00 am

Stone Castles

Like a child
Stacking clay dollops
One by one by one
Building castles
In the sand

So too does Nature
Carve and weather
Heave and crumble
Building castles
Made of stone

Poetry by Patrick JenningsAug 20, 20157:00 am

The Children of Kashgar

They run amok
These unwashed ragamuffins
My mother would say
But they are happy

Happy and curious
Enthralled with
The foreigner
And his camera

Poetry by Patrick JenningsAug 14, 20157:00 am

Happiness in Kashgar

“Take my picture!”

She’d seen my camera
A foreigner with a camera

“Take my picture!”

Happily, I oblige
Line her up with the street
The cyclist, passing by

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.

Poetry by Patrick JenningsJul 12, 20156:04 pm

Magic is a child

All the better
In bunches