Tag: ruins

Poetry by Patrick JenningsOct 3, 20151:15 pm

Walls and Boundaries

We think we build walls
Because we are human
But all living things
Build walls

And so we believe ourselves conscious
When every pattern we create
Has already been created
In our unconscious

I think I erect boundaries
To protect myself from what’s not me
But my boundaries
Enclose me

And so I define myself
Not by what is me
But by what is not me
Leaving no other possibility

Poetry by Patrick JenningsOct 3, 201510:56 am

Beauty and Malice

I am as struck
By the human capacity for

Creation
Beauty
Love

Poetry by Patrick JenningsSep 21, 20158:00 am

The beauty of Mesa Verde

It is easy enough to forget
What we are capable of
Without all the machines
And technologies of the massive

Such exquisite beauty

Poetry by Patrick JenningsSep 6, 201512:44 pm

Until the rain did fail

Thus they shone
Close to bone
A feat not
Taken lightly

Until
The rain
Did fail

Poetry by Patrick JenningsJul 3, 201511:36 am

Mysteries Locked Inside

Three doorways nestled
Among the flame trees
Ornate, proud and beckoning
Mysteries locked inside

Ricoh RF 500 by Patrick JenningsJul 2, 20158:04 pm

My Muses: Ruins

What I love about ruins most is the gestures of grandeur or utility they once were, the stories of their use, of their place in a time and society which no longer exists. I love them for the markers of history they are, here, now — in the present — how they act as transporters to another time, another place.

Poetry by Patrick JenningsJun 7, 20158:00 am

Nature reclaims what’s hers

While we relax
Or are distracted
Nature reclaims
What’s hers

Thus are we rendered
Ephemera