Lapis Lazuli, the bluest rock.

Luminous Sapphires are September’s joy.

Emeralds invoke memories together.

A poem about seeking greatness of one’s own journey.

From the Elizabethan Golden Age – the Spensarian Stanza in several parts to beautiful gems. Part One: Diamonds.

A Poetic Narration and the After Thoughts of a Ruffian who Realises the Disadvantage of Gifting his Soul to a Corrupt Politician.

A dusty pebble may be an emerald.

The sounds, the feelings of love for the night market.

Another poem I wrote, influence by an essay I was writing about precious stones.

To know love in a way that very few have.