Hindsight
With hindsight
I feel foolish for following this memory through forest paths
Over mossy beds, pungent and inviting,
To sun soaked water, where, in another life
We were touched by the quivering dragonflies,
Azure tinged and opaque winged.
Delicate as a fleeting moment.
With hindsight
I feel foolish for returning to this place of honeyed summer, where
At another time you told me the names of birds
Circling above us in a lucid, blue ribboned sky.
With hindsight
I feel foolish for envying the birds, unencumbered by words or worries
The trees for whispering sweet secrets
In this motionless day.
- Category: Poetry
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Neville Hunt over 5 years ago
Beautiful, absolutely beautiful. This is so visual, so full of emotion and so well constructed. I love to see the rule of three used so naturally. I feel as though I’m there too sharing those bitter sweet memories. Lovely.
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Ginette Kiff over 5 years ago
Wow! Thanks so much for the feedback, Neville. I love playing with the sounds of words!
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Ginette Kiff over 5 years ago
Thank you Cleopatra - I'm so glad you like it.
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Ginette Kiff over 5 years ago
Thank you, Drew. Yes, the emotion of feeling foolish was almost tangible when I wrote the poem.
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Christopher over 5 years ago
Such vivid imagery.
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LesleyAnne over 5 years ago
This is one to read several times so u take in all the detail. Lovely.
