A Poem: Constancy

Sometimes we need the quiet constant things. Like water that flows, ripples over pebbles, in eddies and currents of a stream. Sometimes it’s the certain things, the sure and solid things, like rock. Or it’s the translucent things, the clear fluidity of water running over stone. Sometimes we need the message, unspoken but clear, in … More A Poem: Constancy

A Poem: La Rose

I never saw a rose I did not love. No two alike in colour, in shape, in their ways of unfolding. Some with petals curled in precision, others flushed and open, as dancers alighting from a floor. Some so translucent, delicate, we refrain from the picking, and watch the petals fan out, fade and fall. … More A Poem: La Rose