Petrichor

Petrichor

You smelt it approaching,

a torrential down pour

that begins to submerge your existence

as life forms turbulent tides 

that break through the levees of your soul

the shattered pieces of oneself 

begins to drift off into the distance

not leaving a remnant, 

not even a residue of your reflection remains,

just a desolate entity left from the rain

Ode To Poetry

It would take a lot for this optimist to lose her optimism

For me to view my opted existence as a thoughtless vision

cause, even without a pot to piss in, with a drop a wisdom,

I can jot a sentence that'll make someone stop and listen

nothing I got was given, including this peace of mind,

I had to sweep up the fragments of my soul,

then sift through the debris to find

that's why, you not only read these lines,

you witness my heart as it bleeds on canvas

And, even though it's a bit distorted, 

I depict a portrait that needs no answers

such as this rhetorical bliss,.......a poem