Tag: Ming Sha Shan

Poetry by Patrick JenningsAug 7, 20227:00 am

Shadows

In the bright sun of day
I am shadow

A mask without a face
A smile without a reason
Laughter without glee

A sign of existence
Without presence

So I breathe
Bury my hand
In the hot sand

Shout out the pain
Of heat and grief
And emptiness

Give voice
To the being
Which once cast
The shadow

Until the voice
Becomes being
A vessel
For the light

The pain and grief
And emptiness
Become the shadow

Poetry by Patrick JenningsJan 17, 20182:11 pm

Hearing Silence

In the emptiness, I listen

In the silence
I begin to hear the wind

I render the wind silent
And begin to hear the sand
Rustling across the dunes

Silence the sand
To hear the dune
Which sings the song
Of desert’s true nature

Poetry by Patrick JenningsOct 18, 20159:18 am

Pic and a Word Challenge #7 ~ Footprints

No matter how softly
I tread through life
I leave footprints

I only hope
That when others come upon them
They see what I see

Something beautiful
Necessary
With good-natured purpose

Poetry by Patrick JenningsOct 11, 20159:08 am

Mingh Sha Shan, The Mountains of Singing Sands, Dunhuang, Gansu Province, The People's Republic of China

Pic and a Word Challenge #6 ~ Time

It’s only time, you know
That perfect line in nature
Whatever the process which created it
Whether physics, chemistry or biology

The line is just a moment in time
Created over time
And this moment
Is simply a snapshot

Poetry by Patrick JenningsMay 19, 20158:44 am

Relentless Pursuit

The sun follows
In relentless pursuit
Leaving footprints
In the sky

Poetry by Patrick JenningsApr 28, 20157:00 am

As grains of sand

We drift through time
As grains of sand
Jostled by ripples
Upon dunes unseen

Abstract by Patrick JenningsApr 15, 20157:00 am

Shadow in the Singing Sands

Dragging my feet along the dune’s crest I notice the shadow falling away in the sand. Stopped, I am a willowy figure, impossibly tall, in a cloudless, windless expanse of sand beyond my cinematic imagination. A lone — lonely — silhouette for whom the Mountains of Singing Sands do not offer a whisper. Isolation. Solitude.

Framing the picture is easy, but the figure… the figure lacks form. A couple of poses make no improvement, until I hold my left arm out and the camera strap falls from my shoulder.