When I was working in New Orleans I'd heard about this magnificent Magnolia tree in Beaumont. I drove over on my day off to find it was too early for blooms.
Fortunately I have a beautiful Magnolia where I live today.
I drove all the way to Beaumont just to see a Magnolia bloom
Longing for the miracle of the Southern Cross that looms
In all my awakenings and all my crossroad turns
I never looked upon anything like this need and ever yearn
The scent of Magnolia honey and the offering that it gives
Is a great Southern tradition from Dixie where it lives
I'd battle for my lead in line and fiend my foes to Hell
To taste the passion fruit of buds for this one Southern Belle
I'd fight a herd of buffalo and swim the mighty Gulf
I'd fly through a vortex cloud and capture all it's gusts
I'd be as strong as possible to cast away illusion
Then watch the beauty open up
To only be intruding
I went to Beaumont Texas to witness passions' token
Instead I found the child in me when it refused to open
Gone again the dream curtain
This illusion of a quest
To see the treasure first hand
Then quietly be dismissed.
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.
Taylor
Reviewed by Richard Cederberg
Reviewed on June 11, 2006
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.
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.
Peter
a wonderful composition into the depth of your sojourn ....
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on June 11, 2006
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
A book of nature inspired poems and essays, written from the heart and soul of a life-long nature, animal, and wilderness lover, and dedicated to today’s children - Earth's only hope for a better tomorrow.
This book won 'The Poetry Category'
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Taylor
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.
Richard
Ron
We draw great spiritual strength from the places of power and magnetism, that we are driven to pay homage to in our hearts.
Peter
RAge
Fee
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
Allen
eT
Peace,
dove