Books, Philosophy, Stuart France



The single note to a symphony.

A fracture to the form.

One outcome amid possibilities range.


How the variation chases the theme,

and each colour its true hue…


Whilst the picture, seeking to depict,

distorts distance.


And what of chance in continuities dance?

Can we grant meaning to meanings?


Only with lenses cleansed

does the holy become real.


The gulf between becoming

and being is a quality of soul.



9 thoughts on “Reflections…”

  1. I’m caught by the line “And what of the chance in continuities dance?” At first, I want to put an apostrophe at the end of continuities.’ But then, I reconsider. What if this difference is intentional? It is hard sometimes, to read poetry the way it is intended without wanting to smash the words to fit a mold that is easier to understand. I loved the imagery and the jangle of words I would not have put together the same way. It is a window into another mind and it is nice to be invited to view the world in a new way.

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