0011 Blown Rose Wise Comments

Your words continue to touch so deep it hurts. You notice something small and perfect and create something sublime. That is your art. That is poetry...

I liked this poem very much. Sometimes I, too, wonder at the fragility of flowers standing up to inclement weather. Apropos an earlier comment of yours: our school motto happened to be 'nil desperandum'; a good one, perhaps, to take on life's travels. Millfield