home has a pull
that time
can't
touch
that the passage
of sun
and the rain
of snow
neither
fades
nor
covers
but damn
it's
hard
to
go
back
to a time
that lives
not of earth
or hearth
but in
the golden
spectacles
of
memory
warm
edges smoothed
a tinge
of sepia
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Picture taken at the Greek Theatre (LSU) a couple weeks ago.
Seating approximately 3500, it was built in 1925 in a natural amphitheater and used for convocations, rallies, pageants, and commencement exercises. Today it's used for outdoor concerts, religious ceremonies and a quiet place to study or daydream. The area behind it called "The Enchanted Forest" was cleared out in the early 1930's when the Greek Theater Gardens were designed - a garden type park complete with a lagoon. The reflection pool was 150 ft. long, 30 ft. wide and 2 ft. deep with a 8 ft. high statue of the explorer "Desoto". The statue was crushed and thrown into the Mississippi River; the same fate as the Spanish discoverer.
I would love to see a photograph, if such a thing exists, google will answer this question as it has so many others, I imagine. :-)
Enchanting is a word that befits this poem also. I am absolutely enraptured by the final stanza of this poem and the way in which so neatly you embody so much into so few words. Once again. No matter how many times, I watch in awe as you do this, capture the essence of a thing as though, and being you it is for you, it was the simplest thing, I still marvel at the wonder of it. So pure and so insightful, undeterred by the largeness, to my mind you look beyond to the core. Your words may have the directness, but they are poetic and imaginative and glorious, soul food.
Sigh. Beautifully written post.
Thank you my dearest Sunshine. This poem, for me, is rather unique in that the first three stanzas were written one night as a poem in and of itself. In fact, I had forgotten I'd written it until I was asked what of late I'd penned. The first person I showed it to had an interpretation that I knew was not what I meant for the poem, so, for the sake of a bit more clarity, I wrote the second three stanzas and then decided to post the poem as a whole. I may at some time do some commentary on this one to further flesh out the metaphor of home as to mean more than just where we were born.
As always, your kind and warm words are the honey on my bread. So good to see you again. :-)
Trée, what a lovely poem.
Thanks Deb. It was inspired by true life events with a touch of my philosophical imagination to weave a weave and spin the spin of metaphor. :-)
Good to see you stopping by. Hope and trust you are doing well. :-)
I can so relate to this one!
Thanks Mona. Me too. ;-)
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