Tag: microfiction

Poetry by Patrick JenningsMar 13, 20184:21 pm

Storm Clouds, Rocky Mountains, Trans Canada Highway, British Columbia, Canada

Too Late and Far Too Much

It tastes like despair
The air
Like defeat and despair
The charged atmosphere
Alive after the months
Of dead, dry heat

Thunder rolls
Across the parchment plains

Rain is coming
Too late
And far too much

What little soil remains
After wind storms
And dust clouds
Carried the best of it
Off to the East
Will wash away
Rivulets cutting small canyons
Deep into the earth

Poetry by Patrick JenningsMar 2, 20188:27 am

Beneath an Unblinking Eye

In the light
I am caught

Ominous
It hangs there
No rotor wash
No engine sound
A not quite motionless
Hover
A spectacular
Unblinking eye
Staring at me

And I
So vulnerable
A thousand yards
Of waist high grass
From cover

Poetry by Patrick JenningsJan 3, 201711:23 am

Divine Sunset

I clamber up
The edge of the world
Turn to see the world below
Awash in the light of a failing sun
Fallen far below the dais
On which I stand
Like a god
Lord of all below me
Conqueror of the heavens

A car parks beside mine
Released from its confines
A small boy, about five
Runs over to stand beside me
For a moment surveying our domain

Poetry by Patrick JenningsDec 23, 20157:00 am

Poster on corrugated metal, Vancouver, British Columbia,, Canada

She Saw Me

She saw me
She saw right through me
To the other side of a nothingness
I wasn’t able to fill
Wasn’t able to see in myself

And I couldn’t see her at all
Well, what I saw was fractured
Misaligned
But that wasn’t her
It was all I could see

Abstract by Patrick JenningsJul 21, 201511:49 am

The little tornado that couldn’t

They tracked the little tornado as it began forming. It was on a steady Northeasterly bearing, trailing the massive storm cell which had already wreaked so much havoc on Fayette county. Storm chasers were reporting the formation of a funnel at this location, but that it hadn’t touched down yet.

Sometimes, these conditions could lead to a very powerful twister. Everyone was hoping it would be the little tornado that couldn’t.