Petchrichor
.an ode to inconvenience.
The intensity of Winter still lingers here.
Her awesome power destroyed the road.
Millions of dollars have already been lost.
And surely, we will lose millions more.
Her inefficiency is limitless.
Irritating Modernity to no seeming end.
Just as Sister Covid so elegantly forced us to do,
We must again now reconsider.
Will we lose sleep?
Will we force normalcy upon the Meandering Stream?
Or might we bow to Her plans instead of ours?
And find comfort in The Cracks?
Listen to the Spiraling Winds, says Rain.
Pay heed to the birds whom sing at Dawn.
Woe to the men who cannot hear them,
Their heads too filled with fear.
The Smell of Rain upon Dry Earth
cannot been felt by some.
I met with an old friend the other day,
A farmer, blessed with wife, and children of his own.
He makes medicine, a rare soul indeed.
I asked if I could buy some fruits of his good labor.
He refused. Gifting me instead with more than I asked for.
Insisting Medicine cannot be bought or sold.
A young me asks the old man thus,
“What is outside all this?”
Gesturing beyond the Forgotten Mesa, he replies in song;
“Deep beyond these rushed times, friend,
An ancient grove of Ponderosas sway.
Maybe They can tell you. Smell.”
Slowly Father Sun rises.
My daughter’s cries merge with birdsong.
Millions of prayers are being made all around,
By beings overlooked on our frantic waltz into the coal mine.
The Crack is inconvenient to some.
To others, it is an alter…
*Petrichor (/ˈpɛtrɪˌkɔːr/)[1] is the earthy scent produced when rain falls on dry soil. The word is constructed from Ancient Greek πέτρα (pétra) 'rock', or πέτρος (pétros) 'stone', and ἰχώρ (ikhṓr), the ethereal fluid that is the blood of the gods in Greek mythology.
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I have to admit that I usually don't care much for poetry (apart from a very few exceptions) but this here spoke to me.
Thank you!
Just finished Hospicing modernity last month, I struggled through the first half of it, a bit too academic and verbose and was almost ready to give up but then she started the personal stories ❤️❤️❤️