Tag: love

Poetry by Patrick JenningsSep 21, 20232:42 pm

Island off the Point of an Island, White Point, Cape Breton, Nova Scotia, Canada

Drifting not Adrift

When I lost her
Some small but integral
Part of my being
Broke away

For a while
It floated nearby
Just out of reach
Yet a lingering presence

The current of time
The drift of the everyday
That Island of her
Receded further and further

Until one day
I scanned the horizon
No Island was there
A single tear fell into the sea

The sea was unperturbed
It said to me
You have learned to live without her
That is all

I understood
I had forgiven her
And myself
For our breakup

I’d allowed the blame
To drift away
Which made me
Whole again

Poetry by Patrick JenningsSep 17, 202310:47 pm

Waves

The land moves
Waves of soil and asphalt
Break at my feet

Transport me
To a distant beach
And the love I shared there

I imagine the wind
Carries wafts of brine and low-tide
Amid the many scents of you

Across this rolling sea
And a beckoning highway
I reach out for a hand

That cannot be here

Poetry by Patrick JenningsSep 14, 20237:00 am

High Power, highway 570, Sunnybrook, Alberta, Canada

Power Line

Through the gloom
You reach out
To offer light
And energy

Poetry by Patrick JenningsSep 4, 20237:00 am

Golden Hour Love, Skyline Trail, Cape Breton Highlands National Park, Nova Scotia, Canada

Love ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #347

They call this “golden hour”
But every hour spent with you
Is golden

Poetry by Patrick JenningsAug 17, 20237:00 am

Serpentine

This serpentine life

I dip into
And out of
Joy

Into and out of
Despair

Into and out of
Love

Into and out of
Grief

Knowing there will always be
Joy and despair
Love and grief

Accepting that each will come
As it will
And too shall pass
As it will

Learning to flow through each
With gratitude
And compassion
As I move through life

All the while
Exploring the landscape
Of possibility

Poetry by Patrick JenningsOct 28, 20222:16 pm

Ascension

You, dear one
On your own stormy passage
Astride God’s wing
These waning days
Rising through your fall
Into His grace

Slowed in wit and voice
Ever keener of spirit
You ascend

Passing through
Deep featureless slumbers
Parting clouds offer
Fleeting glimpses of the love
Gathered ’round you

Then
With swift finality
Through the cloud
Into heaven’s azure
There to witness
God’s full blaze
And in His embrace
The lesser stars
Of those who’d passed
This way before

And there too
The One True Love
You’d lost so long ago
Now with God
He welcomes your return
To Love’s eternity

Poetry by Patrick JenningsOct 18, 202212:45 pm

Wonder in the Smallest Things, Bridger Bay, Antelope Island State Park, Great Salt Lake, Utah, USA

Wonder in the Little Things

In the midst
Of expansive glory
She finds wonder
In the smallest
Little things

It is that smallest
Little thing
About her
I love
Most

Poetry by Patrick JenningsOct 4, 202210:02 pm

Carapace Overturned

Tides and surf
Wash death’s remnants
Upon the shore

Autumn’s chill short days
Fell colourful leaves
To brown on forest floor

Nature makes no time
For funerals or grieving
In the cycle of life

Love and loss and mourning
Experiences of consciousness
Which is to say

When existence
Becomes conscious of itself
And learns to fear oblivion

Poetry by Patrick JenningsSep 22, 202211:56 pm

Beachcomber

Beachcombing
You come with me
The same way you come shopping
Indulge me

Shopping
You come into the mall
Find a comfortable place
Then sit and read
Or people watch
Feign interest in the things I buy
Then watch over the bags
While I go to another shop

At the beach
You walk safely
Beyond the longest waves
While I splash about
Getting soaked
Finding sea stars and shells
Sand dollars and seaweed
Always feigning amazement
At the wonders I bring

But whether a crowded mall
Or an empty beach
You always come
Often despite my protestations
That you don’t like to shop
Or go beachcombing
That you’ll be bored
And I’m sure your time
Would be better spent
Doing something else

“No”
You say
“I’m coming”

And it always surprises me
Takes my breath away
When I notice that your feigned pleasure
In a new scarf
Or a hermit crab
Is just a distraction
Because you’re not looking at the object
I’m showing you
You’re looking at me
With the sparkle of wonder in your eye
And I’m reminded again
That you come
To be with me
And there’s no place
You’d rather be

And, my god
I could not love you more
For the way you take pleasure
In indulging me

Poetry by Patrick JenningsSep 21, 20229:48 pm

Life Brings Colour into the Grimmest Day, Gold Beach, Oregon, United States of America

Colour in the Grim

Life
And Love
Bring colour
To the grimmest day