Tag: postaday

Poetry by Patrick JenningsJun 13, 20167:00 am

Chilcotins

Summer teases
With green and warmth
Days on the lake
Hiking the valley trails

But way up high
Where mountains pierce the sky
Winter lingers still

Poetry by Patrick JenningsJun 12, 201610:35 am

Pacific Sunset, Pacific Coast Highway, Near Santa Cruz, California, United States of America

Forever

I love finding the places
Which make me feel forever
Which connect me
To the workings of the Earth
To the stars beyond the clouds
As if the horizon
Reached out to infinity

Poetry by Patrick JenningsJun 12, 20167:00 am

Bridge Ahead, Pacific Coast Highway, California, United States of America

Roadtrip ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #41

Roadtrips take me away
Not to where I am going
Only from where I was

A roadtrip is best
Without clear destination
Without a timeline

Poetry by Patrick JenningsJun 11, 20168:34 pm

Sunset, Pacific Coast Highway, Oregon, United States of America

Sun setting slowly

Sometimes the sun can’t set fast enough
No matter how beautiful
Because all I want
Is a crack at a new day

I take a deep breath
Refuse to let this moment pass
Without the appreciation
Every moment deserves

Poetry by Patrick JenningsJun 10, 20164:52 pm

Mineral Spring, Mammoth Hot springs, Yellowstone National Park, Wyoming, United states of America

Trickle

Give the barest trickle
Ample time to act
And it can build
Mountains

Poetry by Patrick JenningsJun 10, 20167:50 am

Hoodoos, Bryce Canyon National Park, Utah, United States of America

Dig Deep

I dig deep
Deep as I can
Deeper than I thought I could

I discover
What I could never
Imagine

Poetry by Patrick JenningsJun 9, 20169:01 am

Shadows & Leaves, East Lawn Building, Riverview Hospital, Coquitlam, British Columbia, Canada

Soft Light

The focus is a fair bit out
And the image over-sharpened
But I like the way
The soft light plays
Casting shadows from the leaves

Poetry by Patrick JenningsJun 8, 20167:36 pm

Riverview Hospital, East Lawn Building, Coquitlam, British Columbia, Canada

When the words don’t come

Sometimes, no words come
Greyness descends like a shroud
A cloak
A blind

No, the words are there
They are always there
But I cannot hear them
Cannot see them

And so the world seems grey
Sounds like white noise
The guileless hum
Of a refrigerator

Poetry by Patrick JenningsJun 8, 20167:00 am

Sunrise, Sunshine Beach, Noosa, Queensland, Australila

Peace

There is no peace
Like sunrise

Poetry by Patrick JenningsJun 7, 20164:49 pm

Vines & Iron

I revel in the intricate
The paths sweet nature finds
Across such sleek city lines
Breaking organic trails
Through the straight and true
Over flat, smooth walls
Paint slowly chipped and worried
By roots and moss and weather
Until even walls take on
The organic lines of nature