Staunin Stanes


Thir are those
Wha seek meanin
In the alignment 
O staunin stanes.

Wha line up
The stars an mune
An track the shaddies
Imprintit by the sun.

Thir are ithers
Wha accept a mystery
Fir whit it is,
Beyon an answer,

Perhaps it is eneuch
To staun an look
Within these places.
The stanes become

Question merks
Embedded in
The deep pages 
O the lanscape.

Sumtimes, wi can
Dig too deep,
An tapple too
Mony unknowns.

This is space eneuch
Tae leave alane,
Tae wunner an dream,
As wi search

Fir yon lane stane
We ken is oot there,
But is alwise
Jist oot o reach.
                                                                  Derek Ross

By photos,poetry and haiku by Derek Ross

I am a photographer/ poet from Dumfries in South West Scotland. I concentrate on minimalist images and prefer using an iPhone these days. As far as my writing is concerned, I usually write short poems (some in Scots dialect), hence my interest in haiku and related forms.


  1. I think that’s beautiful. Poignant and wise. The more we seek ‘meaning’ and ‘understanding’, the more we miss the point. Like the story about the pupil asking his teacher what the Tao was – the Tao being, roughly put, the ultimate secret of life. “Everyday life is the Tao,” replied the teacher. “How then,” asked the pupil, “do we get into accord with the Tao?” “If you try to get into accord with it,” came the reply, “you will get away from it.”

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      1. Your lines here –

        “Thir are ithers
        Wha accept a mystery
        Fir whit it is,
        Beyon an answer,”

        – are very much the spirit of the Tao.


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