Tag: waves

Poetry by Patrick JenningsApr 9, 20203:48 pm

Froth and Churn, Seaside Creek Beach, Pacific Coast Highway, Mendocino County, California, United States of America

Froth & Churn

In this froth and churn
Of the day-to-day
Beset by waves
Of passion and fear
Love and anger
Confusion and unshakable certainty
I become an Island
At the tempest’s centre

Unmoved by the tides
Steadfast in the currents
An oasis of calm in the tumult
The waves break upon me
Then slide back to the ocean
Their energy dissipated
Until the sea itself
Is becalmed

Poetry by Patrick JenningsApr 7, 20205:07 pm

Waves

I hasten out to the beach
Envelope in hand
Fumbling to get at its contents
I don’t even notice the surf

The wave peters out
Just before it reaches me
Its last energy spent
As bubbling foam dissipates

My muscles relax
Tension leaves my body
While the ocean recedes
Back down the beach

I turn over the paper again
Check the wording again
The test was negative

The test was negative

I’m going to live

Another wave comes
Stronger than the last
Soaking just one shoe

Which makes a delightful squish
As I stride back up to the house
Good tidings in hand

Poetry by Patrick JenningsFeb 22, 20205:41 pm

Gold Beach, Oregon Coast Highway, Oregon, United States of America

Patience

Patience is
A wide shallow beach
Reducing the furious sea
To a gentle
ripple

Poetry by Patrick JenningsNov 26, 201911:12 pm

Chesterman Sunset, Frank Island, Chesterman Beach, Tofino, Vancouver Island, British Columbia, Canada

A Pause for a Moment Without Purpose

Sun coyly peeks
From cloudy perch
At one who skips
Across the rocks
Careful not to run afoul
Of gentle breakers
Or their spray

Gulls on wing
Horizon bound
Their cries
An ever-fading skree
Which mocks the beauty
Of their flight

And here am I
On blackened shore
Which rose from magma’s
Golden glow
Now in reverse
The waning sky
Will soon enough
Become the night

Poetry by Patrick JenningsNov 16, 201810:13 am

Born of Tempest, Long Beach, Pacific Rim National Park, Vancouver Island, British Columbia, Canada

Born of the Tempest

Some things
Are not meant to be seen
Under a blue sky
In the full glare of the sun

Some things
Were born of the tempest
And their beauty lies
In the storm

Poetry by Patrick JenningsMay 2, 20181:05 pm

The Reaching Sea

The questing sea
Reaches for me
Then for the sky

Not at all content
With her lowly lot

Seeks to climb the shore

Or sunders self
Evaporates

Obtains a cloudy high
Though just a mist (as liquid falls to Earth)
Flows back as river to the sea

Poetry by Patrick JenningsMar 16, 20187:00 am

tugboat on amber seas, burrard inlet, Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada.jpg

Missing the Sea

It’s a funny thing
That I live just one block
From the ocean
Often times smell the salt
And the tide
Through an open window

And yet
I miss the sea

An urban inlet
Is not a wide sandy beach
On a limitless sea
With breakers vaulting salt spray
Into the atmosphere

Poetry by Patrick JenningsFeb 25, 201810:36 am

Ice and Hoar Frost, Rainbow Beach, Alta Lake, Whistler, British Columbia, Canada

Frozen ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #128

Sometimes
The ripples of change
Become frozen
Caught in time
Like the waves
Lapping up on the fringe
Of a freezing lake

And I am the ship
Caught in arctic ice
Waiting out the season
Hoping for the sea to open

Poetry by Patrick JenningsJan 12, 20184:40 pm

Waves

The wave rolls and rolls and rolls
Having crested well out to sea
Up the long, shallow beach
Never with much force

Foamy leading edge
Losing momentum

Energy fading

It hangs

Still

Just

A moment

Poetry by Patrick JenningsJan 4, 201811:44 pm

Sunset, Chesterman Beach, Tofino, Vancouver Island, British Columbia, Canada

Making Waves

The waves crest
Far off the beach
Not with ferocity
But with energy
And intent

They rush onto the long
Shallow slope of sand
Which gradually saps their strength
Reduces their presence

Until they peter out before me
Weakened to ripples
Barely able to disturb the sand