Leaves like little fans
Or green butterflies settling on stems
As sunlight on bright wings
Yesterdays that flutter past
Startled Heraclitus in streams of change
Sees Parmenides grasp a stolen current
Where languishing wings can’t decay green summer
Held fast in the eddy of my gaze
Caught in rivulets of pain
Till You, my Lord, come again.
4 thoughts on “The Gingko’s Tale”
This is beautifully written. You use such great imagery, I love it. Very inspiring. 🙂
Thank you! I’m so glad you liked it. Poetry is always hit or miss with me. Your generous comments made my day!
Anytime at all. I can relate to poetry being hit or miss. Some days the words pour out of me and others I feel like I’m forcing it. But there is always time to revise later on. As long as you’re writing, that’s the most important thing! 😀
An excellent strategy! Write expecting to do several – make that countless – drafts and you won’t feel the irrational pressure to get it right the first time. It’s not a matter of low expectations but rather battling the self-defeatingly high expectation of perfectionism. The bete noir of amateurs like myself.