Tag: nature

Poetry by Patrick JenningsDec 7, 202111:43 am

Ferry and Mount Baker, Horseshoe Bay to Nanaimo Ferry, Strait of Georgia, British Columbia, Canada II

I Wipe Them Away

We make time across the Strait
The ferry carries me
From all that I’ve known
To I know not where

Yet

But that matters not
The where is not there
I’ve left there behind
Moved on

Forward?

Who knows
Not I
Just an hour gone
And I miss parts of it

Already

Like a child’s stuffed toy
Or her comfort blanket
The woman no longer needs
Nostalgia alone soothes adult vulnerability

A bit

I hope I’ve left
All such things
To the past
They have earned

Like tears

That have fallen
Already forgotten
But for the trails
Dried on my cheek

I wipe them away

Poetry by Patrick JenningsNov 22, 202112:42 pm

Ferry and Mount Baker, Horseshoe Bay to Nanaimo Ferry, Strait of Georgia, British Columbia, Canada

Broken

Under a blood red sky
A metaphor
A cliché
I cannot resist

Blood red it is
And so too
This life journey

Heart broken
Love rent

By the loss of one

Poetry by Patrick JenningsNov 18, 20217:26 am

Immovable vs Unstoppable, Ucluelet Storm Season, Vancouver Island, British Columbia, Canada

For the Survivors

As sea falls back into sea
Prepares for a new assault on the shore
Its hardened rock
Broken but not brittle
Recalcitrant
Beneath the bruised sky
Of abuses relentless

I am reminded
Of the survivors

I came for the storms
For the thrash and hiss
Of the sea upon the rock
The immovable
Resisting the unstoppable

And it is
In a manner
Difficult to describe
So utterly beautiful
And moving

But I wish
In this moment
Only for the peace
Of a clear sky
And an ocean
Becalmed

Poetry by Patrick JenningsOct 24, 202110:38 am

Cradle

Swaddled in silky cloud
Upon a bed of supple grasses and pine

Earth

Cradle of my being

Fujifilm X-T2 by Patrick JenningsSep 25, 20215:01 pm

Monkey & Red Fort Sunrise, Hotel Tara Place, Chandni Chowk, New Delhi, India

Penultimate Sunrise in the Big Smoke

It was the last full day in India. The smoke had been chokingly thick for the entire month I’d spent in the north, and Delhi hadn’t even been the worst of it. Still, I’d found a decent rate at a decent hotel (some small comfort in exchange for the respiratory distress) on the edge of Old Delhi’s fantastical Chandni Chowk markets for the final days before my flight home.