Tag: time

Poetry by Patrick JenningsJul 26, 20158:00 am

A matter of scale

A tree grew to near maturity
Then whithered, died
Stripped of leaves and bark
Beside the pockmarked stone wall
Obsidian black
Beside a towering escarpment

Or is it just a sprig
An ephemeral growth
A life spanning a single desert rain
Beside a rock worn smooth
By the long dead river
Which cut a chasm wall
Aeons ago

Poetry by Patrick JenningsJun 19, 20157:00 am

Vanishing point

I try to look too far
Ahead and behind
Seeking insight
Which is strongest
Farthest reaching
At the point on which
I stand
In the moment
I stand there

Poetry by Patrick JenningsMay 30, 20158:09 pm

What is there in a laugh?

What is there in a laugh that time avoids to know?
Look at all the people out there playing
Running from the past
“Can I make my bus,” he cries, “or will I see the show?”
We surround ourselves with time
Building with the laughter a doorway to the mind

Poetry by Patrick JenningsMay 23, 20158:09 am

There is a certain beauty to rust

A pretty thing
A lifetime of utility
Goes to ground
Embraced by nature
Becomes prettier
Still

Poetry by Patrick JenningsMay 23, 20157:00 am

The Harsh Mistress

Sun and rain burrow deep
Into paint and the past
Revealing transitions
And the names of those
Lost to time and memory

Longreads by Patrick JenningsMay 10, 201510:02 am

Ocior! Ocior! Ocior!

This post is a response to Ermilia Blog’s weekly Picture it & Write! challenge. The blog mistresses provide an image (this week’s is to the right). You write a very short story or poem using the…

Poetry by Patrick JenningsMay 8, 20153:42 pm

The red granite marble

The red granite marble
Rests in his bed of grasses and rock
In the gum tree’s shadow

A marble that never rolled an inch
Nor was shot from a giant’s thumb
Nor tossed by demonic whim

Sitting here in the sun
Sturdy as the crystalline block
He once was on this very spot

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

Poetry by Patrick JenningsApr 16, 20159:29 am

Point Imperial

We measure time in movement

A trickle of water
Becomes a rivulet
Becomes a stream
Becomes a river

All the while eating the rock
Over which it travels
Cutting a cleft
A channel
A chasm
A canyon

Poetry by Patrick JenningsApr 13, 20153:22 pm

Love Stays Sill ~ Dead Horse Creek, Cardwell, Queensland, Australia

Love stays still

We measure time in movement

The trickle of water
Becomes a torrent
Becomes a stream
Becomes a river

All the while eating the rock
Over which it travels
Cleaving a rivulet
A channel
A chasm
A canyon