“Petrichor”
Photo by Amy Pond
From tardis.wikia.com
comes a drizzle in drought
eager hearts sniff the air
pungent promises slicken
brick walkways but not
enough rain for a surefooted
cleansing each raindrop
a bomblet exploding small
dust clouds that rise to the
nose printing ever more
frustrating memories onto
the mind filled already with
too many aspects of thirst
disappointment the natural
state formed by sieging sere
spiritual dry spells who
wither and desiccate dreams
Writer Lynne Sargent
Poetry Puttering by Pax & Company
Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
"drink from the well of your self and begin again" ~charles bukowski
no dust here
Looking ahead, without looking back (too often)
flights of fancy from New Zealand
You're never alone, if you've something to share
All you touch and all you see / is all your life will ever be
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Poesy plus Polemics 
Nice! A lot going on here metaphysically… I liked that movement of “printing ever more / frustrating memories onto / the mind” – made me think of those new 3D Printers they may use in building AI’s… in my mind I see this grafting of memories into digisignals onto some strange creature… but of course all fantasy…
You’re poem though has a totally differing meaning, more personal and as you say dessicating…
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I appreciate your interesting take on this
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gorgeously imagined!
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what a lovely thing to say
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Yet another ‘classic’ – a style that is only yours!
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I don’t have your skill at conjuring alternative characters
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summers, like winters, can be hard on elderly minds . . .
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all seasons, I’m afraid
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Reblogged this on OUR POETRY CORNER.
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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Brilliant.
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thank you most kindly
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Really nice imagery. 😀
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much appreciated
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Reblogged this on Poesy plus Polemics.
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If we only can print out our Memories – how would that be? Just like that bomblet raindrop with all its dusty clouds rising.
Brilliant poem! 🙂
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a lovely idea
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Amazing…as always, really 🙂 Thanks Paul! Happy Monday!
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thank you dearly, morgan
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Is there any manmade scent, perfume that comes anywhere close to this soothing and alluring earthy scent? Man is capable of duplicating nature, yet there are things that can be made only by Nature and Petrichor is one of them, naturally! Thanks a lot for the
poetic post – an ode to the Petrichor, an educated way of appreciating Mother Nature!
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I completely agree – thank you most kindly
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You’re welcome!
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Yet again you painted with words a picture so clear that I could experience it with all my senses! Absolutely brilliant! And I think the photograph you posted with it is almost as masterful as your writing
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I have fun searching for the right complementary images
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I love this one–breathing it in again.
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with all your northwest rain, you must get lots of practice
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Well, I don’t usually stand out in it–and there’s not as much rain as folks think, thanks to Global Warming…this has to be one of our driest years. So when we get a weekend of rain, like last week–I figuratively soak it up.
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