Gold

Now that the sun has caressed roots of my trees

Will thy flowered palms fall upon soil unearthed?

Thy fields have withered in the fruit of spring-

The seed which spread for thee alone 

Lies decaying in thine eyes of gold!

But spring does not belong in a tomb

When with fruits of her countenance the blossoms flourish,

Of the land which livens on her curling tresses

And rosebud cheeks beneath her crown of gold! 

Stand in the comfort of her leafy tendrils’ shade 

Lest the new borns’ cry keeps thee awake; 

Though thy secrets require no cradle nor soft words of mine,

Thine infantile seeds will soon be crying 

For nourishment before the season of gold!    

Author's Note

Sorry, had to get some old fashioned poetry out of my system. I promise I'm working on a more modern piece! Even still, tell me what you think.

Reviews

[Clockwork]

The sun seems to be a become which proves a hidden truth to a lover. I think it stands as a call for him to come and tend the "soil unearthed" which is the bounty that can be offered, which can grow, for she is the earth and he the sky.

I think that plea for growth and nourishment is intensified with the idea that the cornucopia of the land, the very fruits of the woman, are decaying in their places. And furthermore, the man can see this in his eyes, which are the color or supreme decadence.

On another note, I liked how you used the idea and image of gold. I think in the first stanza it is more of a physical representation of the earthly element and the quality of the male figure. However, I think that it has more of a metaphoric quality in the second stanza. It shows the royalty of spring, and helps to proclaim that she should not be entombed. In the final stanza, I think that it reenforces that growth is necessary, and even if the person the poem is directed at does not head the call, nature will cry for growth.

[~ Stefanie ~]

I love your style of writing! your old-fashioned style really fascinates me and I always enjoy reading your pieces where you use that style. even though contemporary and more modern pieces are easy to relate to I like to sit back and read something with and old-fashioned twist because it is something different. Loved this pieece. very well-written!

[Leslie Philibert]

It`s not old fashioned, it`s a good poem,well crafted and don`t worry about the style.Quality has nothing to do with trends.Good work.

[Coyote Poetry]

I love your style of poetry. Allow me to wander into good words and find peace in powerful description. This poem create visions of new life and the season of gold. Thank you for the outstanding poem.
Coyote

[R J Askew]

I like form writing. I know some hate it, but it is a good discipline. OK you spray a few thees and thines around and they do look archaic. BUT the first line of the second verse is a cracker. Keats wld love that

And here's a challenge for you. Why not see if you can re-cast this poem in a more modern idiom? Say exactly what you have said above, but say it to someone you KNOW hates old style poetry. How about it!?!

[Raven Starhawk]

There is a classic charm that sweeps me up into this poem. No questions asked...it reveals your stunning skills as a poet.

[Kenneth The Poet]

Old is never bad I think. I like the classics myself. I love the images you present here.

[Prophecy]

Haley, do you still feel like a scarecrow from the Renaissance? You are more precious than seasons of gold! Move lovely, move kindred!

Yes, yes, I enjoyed this read. It's as if some part of you feels unlovable, and to be honest, I don't always understand why.

[Muse]

lol, I did not know that there was old and modern poetry? Despite the cold December air...your words warmed my heart and my thoughts. Mother nature would be proud of you. xo

[Omar Fendri]

ahh... what a vision! How you transformed your feelings, your deception into a natural scene... The season of gold... The seed... soil unearthed... what an amazing write. And the last stanza... reading it was like... sipping a heavenly wine. Especially these lines: _Lest the new borns’ cry keeps thee awake;
Though thy secrets require no cradle nor soft words of mine,_
Beauty lingers in all your poetries.

[BlueDreams]

A very sweet write.. Its fabulous to see the theme about nature,trees and all.. Great job ...