you left me a scar
under September rain,
Petrichor on my skin
a reminder that sky and earth
can untie in one place.
you smelt like home
the warmth of a mother I never had
the backbone of the father I lost
a long long time ago.
you smelt like me
my soul and my sincerity,
the wee parts inside
those which need to bloom
into a full integrity.
my relationship with you
is like the rain on pebbles,
where I am the beautiful unseen
and You are the poetry in motion
alive through water rhythms.
I come again today
sad and devoted
to hold the old of you
the young of you
the forever of you.
there I am
in the intimate of the upcoming winter,
the pertichor it is me,
and You are the inspiration of the rain
that I will always long for
and the love I have passed alive
over centuries.
2.Oct.2026
Credit of “poetry in motion” goes to my friend Robert Trakofler.
Powerfully penned, Light. Another excellent write with lots of layers my friend. Amazing read as always. Thanks for sharing. Appreciate you.
Damian
Good Day Damian🌸 You are again so kind to me as You are too for all of our friends here, may life treats You sweetly and kindly as only You deserve🤍 I will be visiting You soon~
Exquisite my friend .. absolutely exquisite ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐💛🌻👍
💞☺️🥰 Thank You so much for this lovely gift today 💖💖💖
This feels ancient in the way beauty hovers eternal, and newly born the way inspiration pours from the mind. It’s a long sigh on a rainy night gorgeous. I have always loved the word and meaning of petrichor. Incredible poetry here, Light💕
Dear Willow, You are a sensitive and a beautiful Heart💜❤️💖 I am grateful for your lovely and kind visit, pertichor is such a heavenly word isn’t it? 🤍 I will be on your page soon, so soon ~ Thank You again💕