Love is Laurel

Love is not a red, red rose

whose bloom lies

beyond pain-inflicting

thorns

that draw tears,

stem-plucked,

to be preserved in a vase

made of glass,

but the passion-red flower

turns dry and brittle

and finally folds.

No, love is not

a red, red rose.

 

Love is a laurel magnolia,

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the color of purity,

glowing-soul white,

tepals gently gravitating,

cradling, a golden center,

satin-petal kisses

upon the skin,

lemony-soft scent

afloat on the breeze,

stemming from ancient origins

preceding bees,

the surrounding green,

so bright, life

supported by a sturdy-trunk base.

Yes, love is this.

Magnolia grandiflora

is true love’s name.

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Poem and images ©LauraDenise

6 thoughts on “Love is Laurel

  1. Marvelous bloom images! Where are you geographically?

    In the 8th grade I climbed into a large magnolia tree in my aunt’s yard – at her beckoning – to collect blooms for the church altar. Heaven-like up among the blooms, stepping limb to limb, dropping a bloom into my aunt’s raised basket, scanning the many to choose the next one … then I came to – flat on my back on the ground, faces peering down at me. My aunt declared “enough” and took the basket to the car. That evening I sat a few pews back from the altar and noted that the blooms were not as pretty as they had been growing among the leaves … I remember saying a prayer of thanks that my chore had been cut short. In hind sight, I am also grateful for the experience of being in that tree and losing my sense of “gravity”.

    Thank you for stirring up the memories with your poem.

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    1. Thank you for sharing such a wonderful memory! These photos were taken at a time that marked one of the biggest transitions of my life, so they are a special memory for me as well. I am on the Emerald Coast in Florida, having relocated from the Midwest 5 years ago.

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