Tag: postaday

Poetry by Patrick JenningsNov 22, 20152:59 pm

Like Icing

On the approach
I smell the sea salt
Heavy in the onshore wind

I know the waves
Will be breaking
Far off the shore
Carrying their foam
Up onto the beach

Poetry by Patrick JenningsNov 22, 201512:46 pm

Breakers on the Hard Shore

I am calmest
Where the ocean breaks
On a hard shore

Where waves crash onto jagged rock
Foaming
Each breaker a crescendo
Of thunderous water

Poetry by Patrick JenningsNov 22, 20157:26 am

Faith ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #12

A flower bloom
Of porcelain
A dozen tiles
Or more

A stupa grand
And towering
Each tile placed
By hands of men

Poetry by Patrick JenningsNov 21, 201511:17 am

Sunlight sinters through

Sunlight sinters through the canopy
In crystal rainbow rays
Lush forest floor life
Basks in filtered glimmers

Some things need
Just a hint
Of the plenty
Others deem
Essential

Poetry by Patrick JenningsNov 21, 20157:00 am

A path without options

When the road ahead
Appears to have no options
And may end
In a box canyon

I remind myself
There are always options

Poetry by Patrick JenningsNov 20, 201512:17 pm

Enigmatic Highway

Some paths I see from a distance

Where they begin
Is as much a mystery
As where they end

But their promise of adventure
Calls to me

Poetry by Patrick JenningsNov 20, 20157:00 am

Marvelling at Form

I marvel at the forms nature creates
The way time
Chance
And natural laws
Combine
To create articulate detail
Lines and textures of astounding complexity
And beauty

Poetry by Patrick JenningsNov 19, 201510:42 am

Closest to true

Seven towers guide the sun into the morning sky
The didjeridu rumbles under my fingertips
A rumble which extends down into my chest
Thrums under my sternum
My body, electric, vibrates with the energy of life

Aum, it says

Poetry by Patrick JenningsNov 19, 20157:00 am

When the only tool you have …

When the most powerful diplomatic tool you have
Is an army
Every geo-political problem begins to look
Like a war

Poetry by Patrick JenningsNov 18, 201510:19 pm

Into the bone dry sky

I cross the valley floor
Under the gaze of giants
The land’s sentinels for time
Long forgotten