Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
For World Poetry Day today, I was obsessed with petrichor, the smell after the rain. Here are some of the poetic doodles I did today…
Rain hits soil hits nose
Knowing how it works doesn’t
Make it not magic.
Microbes multiply
Each rain drop
A mortar spreading them
Far and wide
Until they arrive
At the olfactory outpost
As the smell of
Spring
And the earth resting
After the storm.
And finally, a topical one I posted with the tag ‘crap haiku’:
Bee acupuncture
Is not the greatest idea
Just stop it now, please.
I hope you’ve enjoyed my poetic doodling! There was one more poem I wrote today, but it was a gift for my newest patron on Patreon. Please consider becoming a patron; every penny helps me create more poetry and writing, and all patrons receive exclusive rewards and unique gifts.
Until next time…
Image credit: Cymbidium by Brocken Inaglory, copyright 2011 via Wikipedia Commons.