What Things Grow Under A Magnolia Tree?A Poem by Wesley Dingler(2016 Clay County Alabama)
(From The Shifting Winds of Sanity)
Look closely, and I know you’ll see, how things seldom grow under a Magnolia tree… Other than a cluster of Magnolia leaves. The accumulation of pods going to seed. The drawing of the deepest shades, accompanied by the recreational breeze.
And more and more pods of glowing seeds that only seem to grow in these threatening types of soil. Also, I know you’ve seen these pods of glowing seeds burnt to a crisp or brought to a silent broil.
Look closely and I’ll show you these pods of glowing seeds lying crisply upon the soil... A soil that, after a rainy May, may turn to a hardened clay.
As if the county-seat were founded on these patches of hardened clay...
Nothing grows there, they say.
But, every now and again, you may see a boy grow into a man, shielded by these thickly leaves-- amid these pods of glowing seeds--
Saying to you, “No worries. The accumulation of leaves is not only thickly, but, well, cushiony.”
Shocked to see anything growing amid these pods of glowing seeds, I sought to see anything the boy had interest in showing me.
As he stood, I could see (as I’ve seen it often in memories), in his hand, he carried only a pen, a paperback King, and his own binder of saturated loose-leaf.
Even at such a distance, I saw the torment that rages someplace behind his eyes.
Nevertheless, he is ageless in the way that he smiles.
He knows fear... Indeed... But, none of that grows either under the Magnolia tree. (isn't it a treat to see?)
He has great ideas in his mind. He is told to leave them behind-- in pursuit the of other things.
And, there are winters when his mind splinters, there under the dormant Magnolia tree-- and it doesn’t seem like such a bad theme, when they mention pursuing other things.
“But, aren’t other things,” he will likely say, on his better days, “for other people--and not for me?”
I would say the boy took my heart with his words; but we have the same heart, this boy and I.
The boy soon asked me to leave. For in his home (some forty or so feet), he heard that voices were raised. And, like a young brave, he stood to his feet, his binder of loose-leaf, now closed. I now know what he feels in his bones...
The Magnolia tree-- far older than he or me--has be come his mind's home... A place where imagination roams; even in houses-- even in homes-- where love and life have all but flown.
Vanished into thin air-- to hide in the mind and in the eyes of just such a child-- when his own thoughts turn bare.
If you will look closely, I know you’ll agree how things seldom grow under a Magnolia tree-- (it is a rarity, indeed, to see something grow under conditions like these) other than a cluster of dried Magnolia leaves… The accumulation of pods going to seed. The drawing of the deepest shades, accompanied by the recreational breeze.
And more and more pods of glowing seeds, that only seem to grow in these threatening types of soil.
(i have seen imagination grow-- seen it become a home-- a house--a whole-- always home-- never alone--
but
not crowded like the home that houses his fears (those threatening types of soil), where nothing but torment seems to grow-- at least for a child, living in his own mind).
I know you’ve seen these pods of glowing seeds You’ve heard them cracking beneath your feet, like the quiet whispers of shattered dreams.
Look closely and I’ll show you these pods of glowing seeds lying crisply upon the soil... A soil that, after a rainy May, may turn to a hardened clay.
As if the county-seat were founded on these patches of hardened clay...
Nothing grows there, they say. © 2020 Wesley DinglerFeatured Review
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10 Reviews Added on January 27, 2020 Last Updated on April 13, 2020 AuthorWesley DinglerALAboutI was born in Central Alabama February 27, 1985. I'm a Piscean and love it. I began writing poetry and child stories at age nine. I began home schooling after the Sixth Grade, having a lot of troub.. more..Writing
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