Mitti Attar
As the scent of my youth creeps back into my mind
I remember us in the field and thus returns
The potent mixture of my defining memory
Of the earth’s geosmin…
Of my sandalwood…
Of your petrichor…
The smell we revealed to each other
The day I plucked the red queens lace
And we experienced Mitti Attar
The day we learned the Earth could breathe
And we felt her breath upon our skin
I can smell us still
In the corners of my cracked mind
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Amber M. Royse
11aBeautiful!
Cory Garcia
11aAbsolutely ;)Thanks for being such a good friend and for your constant support :)
Amber M. Royse
11aAlways! :)
Duce
11aNicely done! #bravomyfriend-Duce
Cory Garcia
11aThank you brother :)
Cory Garcia
11aThanks! This one was worth every second :)
Quil
11aHad to bust out the dictionary on this one lol. I should find me some petrichor, sounds lovely. Love your words as always.
Cory Garcia
11alol thanks Quil
James Matthew Coleman
11aPetrichor is the best!!
Cory Garcia
11aAn amazing experience :)
Cory Garcia
9aPetrichor (/ˈpɛtrɨkɔər/) is the earthy scent produced when rain falls on dry soil. The word is constructed from Greek, petra, meaning ‘stone’, + ichor, the fluid that flows in the veins of the gods in Greek mythology...It was written for a friend who reminded me there is much more to this life than settling...
Imrogue
9abeautiful poem!