Mining the Gold / Spending the Treasure
I was never the golden girl
but I wove a dreamcatcher
with golden thread
and crossed a threshold
through a golden door
in a young woman’s dream
I never believed in a pot of gold
at the end of the rainbow
but I knew the golden rule
was a goal to value
I didn’t seek the golden goose
but saw the ‘good as gold’ in children
I followed intuitive prompting
and was fired and shaped
by the play of life
and the spread of days
The gold of age is a rich harvest
Born in darkness and brought to light
It’s a living practice with a guiding seam
and a deepening to forge
Every person’s inner gold
accrues interest when shared
Every labor of love
is the whole world’s enrichment
We spend our treasure
before it returns to darkness
We bury our old
like seed
_________Colleen Redman / dVerse Poets Pub / Poets and Storytellers United
December 12th, 2024 6:13 pm
Absolutely beautiful. I am especially smitten by these words:
“I followed intuitive prompting
and was fired and shaped
by the play of life
and the spread of days”
December 12th, 2024 6:34 pm
I am searching for the appropriate superlatives to tell you how I felt reading this poem … almost like the story of my life, like so many others. Thank you, Colleen.
December 12th, 2024 7:16 pm
What a beautiful poem, rich with wisdom.
I like “we bury our old/like seed”, it speaks of continuity.
December 12th, 2024 7:35 pm
Colleen, so many lines to love in here, as well as the golden thread that ties them all together. This one is a keeper.
December 13th, 2024 2:15 am
Every labour of love / is the whole world’s enrichment – that is an interesting and comforting thought.
December 13th, 2024 4:40 am
Yes, whatever contains virtue is golden. Nice thinking.
December 13th, 2024 5:38 am
A glittering poem, Colleen! A wise extended metaphor.
December 13th, 2024 6:14 am
so many glistening threads woven into your poem and those final line are so rightly abrupt
December 13th, 2024 11:07 am
Love all the sayings about gold you weave into your poem, but in the end it is the gold inside that makes all the difference.
December 13th, 2024 3:22 pm
I love this. What it says about true value, about sharing, about truly understanding what matters and why. Words of pure gold, this.
December 14th, 2024 1:09 am
a “spend” and “bury” our old
like seed ending, I like it. Nice reading.
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December 15th, 2024 6:41 am
Lovely writing
December 16th, 2024 12:37 am
Beautiful! In every way. Your ageing has truly brought wisdom.
December 16th, 2024 2:21 am
I love the richness of your words here.
March 18th, 2025 2:11 pm
The first stanza really draws me in, and your poem holds my attention. I like the idea of our inner gold accruing interest, and labor of love enriching the world.