The Golden Raintree

Allison Jae By Allison Jae, 4th Aug 2012 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
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Here’s a poem I wrote about a year ago. It's about and old man and a tree.

The Golden Raintree

Underneath the the golden raintree, the old man made his bed

Where once weeds and thorns grew, beauteous flowers live instead.

In a candid scene, daffodils dance to the music the birds provide.

A trail of earth crowded by stones serves as my guide.

I search for the spirits that kiss through the dark wood.

To see, to hear, to touch, if only I could.

What lies beyond that golden raintree, not just a headstone of a forgotten grave?

Give me your memories, sweet spirit; teach me to be brave.

If only I were the golden raintree, ruler of the earth around me.

Then I would have no need to touch, to hear, to see.

To know all there is, was and will be.

I stand in my contentment, begone to this debris.

To embrace my beloved tree I hear a heartbeat of a thousand lifetimes of screaming souls.

Hearts becoming stone, to be raked over the coals speak without a sound,

Hear through my deafness.

Touch through my paralysis

In my home under the dirt.


Death, Golden, Life, Man, Old, Poem, Poetry, Raintree, Rebirth, Writing

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author avatar Allison Jae
I am 41 year old writer. I write stories in almost every genre. Chidren's, teen and adult stories. I also write poetry too.

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author avatar Buzz
5th Aug 2012 (#)

Wow, beautiful words and flow!

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author avatar Allison Jae
5th Aug 2012 (#)

As always, you give wonderful comments.

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