Petrichor Poems

Caffeine vapor

Caffeine vapor billows
blowing with the raindrops
the ceiling says
my body wanders
to a part of nowhere
glowing like a warm air
as if it were true

The reflection of the latte under the yellow light
the foam forms a crescent
like the curve of your smiling eyes

Petrichor tonight is so foreign
because only the gentle wind
between your body is familiar to me

I begin

Count 20

I'll run again at 20
If that's what you want
I can play in the rain on the asphalt
Without the soothing petrichor
If 20 minutes without your shadow ever existed
I'll cry my eyes out
Then laugh again
No longer able to use metaphors
In romantic stories
Sarcastic erases so much
Let's breathe a sigh of relief
We're no longer at the end of the

Petrichor

Something was changing one day—
I felt it when a cool breeze blew.
Restless branches danced and swayed
while the world around me grew silent.

With the first touches of rain
I smelled ozone in the air
and in a moment of glory raised my arms.
I embraced the moment as mine alone

but looked for the word to describe how I felt
like

Summer Rains

The summer rains they came today
washing winter woes away
seems so long since they were here
welcome back old friend to near and dear
memories awakened from the sky
with the petrichor of years gone by
precipitating dreams of lazy days
illuminating sunbeams in a haze
which full-circle brought me back to you
and the fun things we used to do
walking on weekends

Lovely weather for Dunners' ducks

Lovely weather for Dunners' ducks (tongue in cheek peek at Dunedin's historic deluge)


"Stares upstairs..

Angels’ weeing above..

Be a good chap..

Show some love bruv..

Turn off the tap..

*****
No refuge from the subterfuge of the deluge..

Parched sandbag phalanxes..

Ranks marching in flanks..

Arching across busted banks..

Quaffing..scoffing..downpour spanks..

**********
Disbelief at the leisurely river Leith..

Despairing at it baring...glaring..teeth

Hurling....haring to unsheaf grief..

Mischief rashly unfurling…

Brashly whirling

petrichor perseverance

the s e a
remembers the taste
of cinnamon sunsets~
the essence of
emerald embers
and resonances of petrichor
when the tides tremble
in turquoise delight,
amidst the marine snakes
slithering through
oceanic echoes,
mirroring Medusa melodies
in envious tones.

and as the morning
stars nestle in the
wildflower warmth
of the honeyed sun,
wine-red ink
flows within midnight 
vines in vain,
aching to be heard,
while the jealous jasmines
jinx the sanguine spirit
of January garnets
I

July's Daughter

I was born into the weeping skies of July in this part of the world 
where the monsoon speaks in a language only the soul understands.
Rain, like liquid glass,
trickles down the banyan and banana leaves,
the air hums with the rhythm of life reborn,
and as a lullaby induces me to sleep.
The sowing takes place in paddy

Rain

The rustling sound of the leaves 
The falling drizzle touching my face 
The clouds talking in rumbles 
Wonder why they are in such a haste

The pitter patter of the rain 
Embracing me in its haze 
The misty fog enclosing me 
Maybe I am in a maze 

Overwhelmed I fell on the ground 
Eyes stinging, my

Petrichor

In the hot, dry summer, there is little doubt
that there often can be severe periods of drought.
All across the dusty terrain
the earth seems to cry out for rain.
People exclaim with disbelief
about the high heat and pray for relief.

When the rain does come and falls upon the ground,
one can hear, feel, taste and see it all

PETRICHOR

PETRICHOR*

With a gentle gliding,
The wings of her purple poncho flapping,
My delicate little lady rides
Her once-in-a-while fine mood.
My purple poncho flaps, too,
Like a huge and unrestrained
Butterfly-of-a-covering,
And she is delighted
Because we MATCH.
We always walk together
Everywhere we go
(Which is all the places,
Magical or Mundane,
That we must visit
In order to match steps
With the witless illness
That bothers her
Every day.)
And she

Petrichor Music

music
reminds my soul
of peony and rose
efflorescence petrichor scents.
Roaming among fountains of her blossoms,
lost in bucolic elegance.
Whispering sweet sighs
like verses for
music

ash smoke
brought drops of doom.
Was it a mere mirage
or a brief dance with dalliance,
but this ephemeral epiphany,
just like nature's seasonal moods,
left lyrics on my lips,
until storms blew
ash smoke

Petrichor Wishes

Lay on gold with me 
daydreaming in piles of leaves;
Petrichor wishes.

A Drizzle In the Midnight and a Petrichor That Swifts In the Morning

You are sunshine and a storm all at once
We are moved by your expertise, the loving
Art isn't in museums alone when you roam free
A masterpiece itself finessed on inspiring

Took days to hear your gentle sing
Any chance you'd lift my chin like you knew my worries
I miss you still. I couldn't break free from these kilometers

Trills of Petrichor

The birdie whistled
A wet and wild song;
Damp feathers bristled.

Wild song, rain-scented;
Trills of petrichor,
With flapping, vented.

Petrichor afresh.
A hot steam, released.
Buds unfurl-refresh.

Released melody;
Shines sweet bluebird’s wings
In storm’s brevity.

Bluebird’s wings fluff bright,
As the sun billows,
At the beak’s delight.

Billows, of warm tweet
And zephyr, compete.

After the Rain

The rain falls silently
Only sounding when it hits
The ground and the surroundings
Collecting puddles where it sits

Purity of water as it
Falls now from the sky
Followed by the petrichor
As the pathways start to dry

When and hour or two have passed
It shows in verdant grasses
returning now to lush and green
As the rainstorm gently passes.

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