Rose Menendian: The Catalyst

The catalyst
is love
or man
could never face
the chaos
of his self.

Love is
the catalyst
or saints
could not endure
the trial of paradise,
the tension of despair.

Between the self
and saint
a world
is amassed.
By default
it is blessed.
Love is
the catalyst.

Rose Menedian




Ararat Quarterly, 1968

Rose Menendian: The Way

Music that lies
spliced with time,
timeless to
our inmost mind
is one vibration
of the whole.

Good we loved
too well to sever,
one molecule
of the forever
whose aura is pearl.

Transient
we choose to live
who carry water
in a sieve,
the self imposed ordeal.

When we could have
the infinite
cataract by cataract
for half the trouble.

Rose Menedian