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The story goes that
Mitu brought you the Moon Goddess.
She lent you wisdom and with that
your branches, your trunk solid
your roots firmly planted in the earth
you were considered hard core.
I laugh and
hang from your limbs waiting to see
if something of you will rub off on me.
Am I wiser now?
Will I fly away to meet the Son of the Sun
after leaving your boughs?
No. I am no goddess.
I am just a woman who lives in your shade;
who catches your purple-blue blossoms in her hands
and pulls them to her face.
| As yet another poet apostrophizing yet another tree, it isn't memorable; but anyway, I love to read of love for the Jacaranda as much as I love to see its picture!||| Posted on 2012-07-02 00:00:00 | by Glen Bowman | [ Reply to This ] || The Jacaranda tree stands strong and beautiful but the woman brings a playful appreciation to its presence. She makes me smile so that I want be her Jacaranda tree. Your poetry has a wonderful way of mixing nature with life and loving. Thanks for the moment. - Jim||| Posted on 2012-06-09 00:00:00 | by my shadow | [ Reply to This ] || Ahhhh yeah this is so good! I know the name from somewhere but confess I had to look up the myth. |
this just felt so good and summery to read. It's that season I guess. I'm really enjoying the heat and the sun but after a long day, to sit underneath a tree like this and press flowers to your face.... the image is just wonderful. To experience the world so directly and beautifully... and then to have the myth behind this as well, it's a powerful work. like
|| Posted on 2012-05-28 00:00:00 | by lukewarm | [ Reply to This ] || i think your shade would be quite pleasant. you know recpgnizing that you're no goddess is wisdom. taking no great value of yourself is a virtue and a task for some to live with. maybe out of the shadows we don't need our selves to cast larger shadows because they are not lost in the shadow of what we live under.||| Posted on 2012-05-28 00:00:00 | by cornonthekob | [ Reply to This ] || Quite nice reading and yes, a beautiful picture, thanks. The essence of being human is that, not knowing, we ponder who we are and more importantly, what we are. From nothing to everything would seem to be the range.||| Posted on 2012-05-27 00:00:00 | by Blue Monk | [ Reply to This ] || as if living in the shad of this tree is an analogy to living in the shade of a parent or a significant other who could be such a strong influence...one of beauty, truth and strength...and we hope some of that will rub off when we grow our own roots...when we become independent enough to stand alone and face the world--|
the pic is beautiful...nature is strong, we are strong...and we need to be one with nature, moreso than we are...the indians knew how to thrive in harmony with nature...if only we could do that as well as live more in harmony with each other..
i see a perfect analogy here...beautiful poem.
|| Posted on 2012-05-27 00:00:00 | by jacoberin | [ Reply to This ] || There's a street in my home town called Jacaranda which as you might have guessed is lined on both sides for its entire length with 40' tall Jacarandas. Townsfolk would make yearly pilgrimages to see it in bloom. God it was beautiful! More than a mile of gushing orgasmic purple incredible. If you went at the right time, late in the season not only were the trees purple but the asphalt, the side walks, and all the yards were covered in an amazing purple carpet. It was lovely. I don't think I've ever seen a blooming tree as delightful as the Jacaranda. A real monument to natures grace.|
|| Posted on 2012-05-27 00:00:00 | by monad | [ Reply to This ] |