Golden Rain: A Tree of Memories

Moonlight filtered through the gauzy curtains.
I knew the Golden Rain tree was just outside.
Memories washed over me,
climbing its branches, looking down from above.
 
I knew the Golden Rain tree was just outside.
How I love that tree, though now grown old,
bent with age, losing limbs.
 
Memories washed over me.
Remembering the cookouts, the laughter,
hearing its leaves rustle with an autumn breeze.
 
Climbing its branches, looking down from above,
I see Dad’s chair, vacant now,
some day the tree and I will join him.

Please join us as Mary instructs us on the Trimeric form today for dVerse Poets, Minding the Bar.

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  1. Lovely trimeric, Gayle. You worked the form very well. It gives me a feeling of peacefulness as I read your words. The memories live on, and, yes, age affects us all; and it is probably best not to think too far in the future to the time when we will be someone’s memory as well!

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    • Thank you, Mary…I really liked working with this form. It seems to open up ideas as you use the repeated lines in it. No, no need to go down that future road too far. 🙂

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  2. First I learned something new.. golden rain tree.. I think they would not grow here in Sweden.. but we do have a golden rain (laburnum).. then I love how you infused your poem with a softness, and peacefulness.. I would say your poem is very tender.

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    • We have a sub-tropical climate here so maybe it wouldn’t grow there, Bjorn. I like that my poem lent itself to tender memories…thank you. I really enjoyed the form and know I will use it in the future.

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  3. A very nostalgic write Gayle ~ I love the use of golden rain tree, a metaphor for things and people we know and love ~ Those memories will stay with us ~

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    • That Golden Rain tree still resides at the house where I was raised and my mother is still there. It’s a great tree…so many memories of being in the backyard with it and Dad sitting underneath. Thanks, Grace.

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  4. Glenn Buttkus

     /  October 8, 2015

    I echo the accolades regarding the tenderness of the piece, tinged with sadness, sans remorse. Puts me in mind of the bristle cone pines that are thousands of years old, what history has saturated their bark & soiled their rings.

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    • Those ancient trees of that age just blow my mind. I’m in awe. They truly are to be revered. And thank you, Glenn, for coming by.

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  5. Such a nostalgic piece, reminiscent of the good times. I like the gentle flow of your verse. Peaceful and quiet. I like it. 🙂
    -HA

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  6. Ancestors light no broken chain..
    Hands of i and those enjoin..
    Voices SinG ancestral realm..
    Life goes.. comes again…

    Hands of i and those enjoin..
    struggles past grown strong..
    challenge i.. live strong..

    Voices SinG ancestral realm..
    a dance of they.. a dance of i..
    a fire of live.. in center heARt…

    Life goes.. comes again…
    Life here all.. now always..
    Just N0W..:)

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  7. Ah yes… memories do tend to wash over like waves on the heart 🙂
    Beautifully penned.

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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    • Yes, they do, Sanaa. Thanks very much. Wanted to tell you I tried to leave a comment for you yesterday but I didn’t see it “stick” so I’m sorry if it didn’t. Perhaps I’ll go check and see if it showed up after all.
      Lots of love,
      Gayle

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  8. I enjoyed the wistful tone of your poem and how you made us see that tree and fell your father’s absence.

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  9. Oh that’s very poignant. Nicely done!

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  10. Lovely and wistful

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  11. love how the tree triggers fond memories…a beautiful use of the form…

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  12. An excellent use of the form, which suits the mood very well.

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  13. Lovely and nostalgic

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  14. I love themental image I get of the golden rain tree. Lovely, Gayle.

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    • It’s a beautiful tree, Sherry, with golden flowers that bloom at the very top of it. It “rains” gold when they fall and cover the ground. Thank you!

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  15. I love the theme of a tree as a harbinger of childhood memories. Mine was a pepper tree I used to climb and still go to for guided imagery sometimes. :0)

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    • That tree is in my mother’s yard…the same place where we all grew up. It’s a very special tree. I like that you have a favorite tree too, Victoria. :~)

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  16. great memory of a beloved tree

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  17. What beautiful memories, Gayle…i think the roots must be golden too 🙂

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  18. Snakypoet (Rosemary Nissen-Wade)

     /  October 10, 2015

    Your memories warm me too.

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  19. This is beautiful, Gayle, I see the laburnum tree that blossoms at my old home. Gorgeous.

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    • Thanks so much, Polly. I had to look up that Laburnum tree because you were the second person to mention it here. I found that it’s commonly called a Golden Chain tree. The tree that is at our mother’s house is called a Golden Rain and is a different tree altogether…but both are beautiful when in bloom with the shower of yellow blossoms.

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  20. Such a poignant poem Gayle.. Loved it.. xxx

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  21. life! amazing poem Gayle.

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