Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Friday, July 29, 2011

Waiting for Petrichor

The July heat has burned
the grass to pale, dry straw
It crackles
as we step
scratching our ankles
pricking our toes
Sweat stung eyes squint
at the air
the heat
a palpable presence
stubborn and lazy
Even the dog stays
Too hot
to fight properly
we gnaw on eachother's words
choking on the chalky dust of
waiting for petrichor.


Fireblossom said...

I learned a cool new word. :-)

You described July to a tee.

Brian Miller said...

too hot to fight properly...ha...love the gritty imagery there at the end...it is SO hot

darev2005 said...

Ah. Nice. I had to look up "petrichor". And now I'm waiting for it too. This whole place is dried up and ready to blow away or burn to the ground with one errant spark. I am so ready for fall.

Rabbit said...

*sigh* Yes. So yes.

Your words never cease to amaze me.

HyperCRYPTICal said...

Wonderful aroma, wonderful poem.

Anna :o]

MISH said...

Lovely images used to capture the summer intensity

Mike Patrick said...

“We gnaw on each other's words, choking on the chalky dust of resentment.” A wonderfully descriptive line. Add to that, “petrichor,” which I had to look up, and this was a thoroughly enjoyable poem.

M. A. S. said...

Good and angry. I see it this way. Not that the day is so miserable that it's too hot to fight, but the fight is so intense that nothing can stop it. You inspired me. Check my blog later for the angry poem that was... your doing.

kaykuala said...

How summer can be blessings with little irritants of dryness.Loved the imagery!

nene said...

I too, am grateful for the unfamiliar word 'petrichor'. Enjoyed the richness of your expressing the hot weather that comes in the heals of all the recent 'Mother Natures' destructive anger all around the world. Is it a moment to which one places the index finger on the tempel and the thumb on the side of the cheek while expressing 'Hmmmmm'?

I'm getting to that age and that time in my life where I don't wish for a future time frame to be expedited. Life passes too quickly for me to desire and appreciate anything other than the present. Fall will make it's lovely entry just in time, davev2005.

Wonderful words, Lolamouse

Crowing Crone Joss said...

so expressive. Each season brings its own beauty and its own challenges, eh?
walk in beauty.

Ella said...

I love your take on this prompt, so insightful and well done~ Yes, the humidity parches the lawn and drains us of our mood~