Rosina KamphuisRosina Kamphuis

Poems & Prose
Apr 17 ’09

Tributaries

You are out there,
riding tributaries
borne on the waters
of your own conviction.


Gentle tides,
ride out the storm
woo the waters
sweetly
‘till fragrant foam
of Venus’ birth
enfolds your play,
pearl drops
popping in the sun.


Rosina 2004