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 we have a beautiful Magnolia here on our property. I am lucky to believe hard enough that Mother Nature sates my needs sometime. I'm a lucky lady!!!!
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.
Wonderful write. Drove to Liberty today, quaint small town close to Beaumont. Never liked the magnolia much. Much prefer its cousin, the Rhododendren, with its sticky blooms adorning the high mountains.
Beautiful are your poetic words Susan
In respect to the loveliest of southern flowers
But in the future you need not swim
throught shark infested waters
nor thrash your loveliness throught cotton mouth filled swamps,
just to watch the magnificient Magnolia bloom
We have them here, where I reside
Magnolia trees by the hundreds,
they lined some of our bulevards and streets
so when they Bloom, of you I write an ode.
Peace be with you
Susan your grasp of the beauty that is nature in the South is always stunning and sparkles in your words like gems on a velvet jewelers cloth. This is no exception.
Ah, yes. The magnolia. How I remember. I was in Mississippi in 1988, and I remember them quite well. Very aromatic, very pretty, very big flowers! I love the smell of a magnolia even now; I think it's one of the sweetest smells God ever created! Very well done, Susan; brava!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Even saw 'em in Louisiana, in 1992, when we went to Breaux Bridge for the Crawfish Festival. :)
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'
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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Nature can be hard to predict. . .
Love your closing 4 lines.
Doug
Walt
Best regards,
Chris
In respect to the loveliest of southern flowers
But in the future you need not swim
throught shark infested waters
nor thrash your loveliness throught cotton mouth filled swamps,
just to watch the magnificient Magnolia bloom
We have them here, where I reside
Magnolia trees by the hundreds,
they lined some of our bulevards and streets
so when they Bloom, of you I write an ode.
Peace be with you
Love
William
Fee
John
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Even saw 'em in Louisiana, in 1992, when we went to Breaux Bridge for the Crawfish Festival. :)
Worth the trip: a beautiful bloom, a beautiful write. Well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.