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| Reviewed by Taylor Ryan |
6/19/2006 |
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Oh the mighty magnolia...we had a masive one in my yard growing up...perfect fort neath wide and graceful lower boughs,blossomed graced my mother's summer table, and the leaves were coveted Christmas decor. I never had to travel far to see a special one, as ours was hard to beat. But now, I have to drive for a touch of magnolia memories.
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| Reviewed by Richard Cederberg |
6/11/2006 |
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A great story!
Sacrificing to experience something wonderful is necessary, sometimes at great cost, and sometimes after covering many miles.
Irrespective - life has so much worth experiencing that doesn't happen in our own back yards.
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| Reviewed by Ronald Hull |
6/11/2006 |
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I found it sticky and overly sweet. The flower, not the poem or the tree. Indeed, she makes a beautiful tree.
Ron |
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| Reviewed by Peter Paton |
6/11/2006 |
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The scent and bloom of the magnificent magnolia is worth travelling many miles to behold..
We draw great spiritual strength from the places of power and magnetism, that we are driven to pay homage to in our hearts.
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| Reviewed by Mr. Ed |
6/11/2006 |
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| Our quests often make us who we are, and I'm very glad to hear you've now found that treasure you sought right in your own backyard. |
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| Reviewed by jude forese |
6/11/2006 |
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| a wonderful composition into the depth of your sojourn .... |
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| Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader) |
6/11/2006 |
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| Disappointmen is quite evident within the words of this poem. There is also pride and fueled with thoughts of civil strife. That, in turn, is why the child inside of you came to the forefront with anger, helplessness and despair. |
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| Reviewed by . ignis |
6/11/2006 |
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In the mealstrom of time warriors are driven to a myriad of places demanding different battles to be fought. Eras of peace are blessings in which warriors are goven a chance to determine their aim and the part they play in space time. Then they travel great distances to experience the beauty and power of ancient dwellers that have seen many warriors fight and pass, waiting to share what they have seen.
RAge
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| Reviewed by Felix Perry |
6/11/2006 |
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Sometimes the greatest adventures turn out to be the ones we miss Susan, because the need to find out makes us try again and again. As you will know doubt do someday with your magnolia tree. Long live the South.
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| Reviewed by Erin Kelly-Moen |
6/10/2006 |
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A masterpiece of conflict, Susan! The 'first' lines verses the 'second lines' in each line, when lined up, equate to opposites.
To name the first:
'I drove' and 'just to'
'Longing for' and 'Southern Cross'
'In all' and 'all my'
'I never' and 'like this'
'The scent' and 'the offering'
'Is great' and 'where it lives'...
The piece cresendos, with control, then offers up the loss of such. So sad is this piece, it 'quietly dimisses me', with you. And, the scent of Magnolia will always permeate my mind with sadness, abjucated with yours.
A beautiful, aching piece, of advancement and pain.
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
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| Reviewed by J. Allen Wilson |
6/10/2006 |
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Beautifully written piece Susan, you speak of so many things in this. For this runs far deeper into the world of the heart than the latitude of 30 degrees south that leads one to the Magnolias and Southern Cross. Happen to catch the Crux while sailing to Guantánamo years and years ago…enjoyed the depth here.
Allen
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| Reviewed by E T Waldron |
6/10/2006 |
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What an adventurer you are ms Susan wordsmith! Taking us on journeys filled with poetic passion! You are a joy to travel with!
eT |
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| Reviewed by George Carroll |
6/10/2006 |
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| You are an opening bud in the den with your wonderful poetry. |
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| Reviewed by Crystal Silver Angel (Reader) |
6/10/2006 |
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Susan, very deep creative write..
Peace,
dove |
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