Greetings all and whilst it may be grey out there let it be golden inside your heart today. As always let me first begin by sending my gratitude and love for those readers who popped by yesterday. So here's too Anna, Shilpa, Marion, Jo and Sarah for taking a little time out to read that post, well, about taking a time out actually.
Today my muse takes me to a word I learnt yesterday. I'm sure some of you may know this already but this one didn't register within the realm of my cognitive domain. The word is petrichor and describes the scent produced when rain falls on dry soil. Thanks go to Jo A who put that word out on a post she issued yesterday. Needless to say I shall endeavour to play with the essence of this new discovery below in a poem. I do like it when these pearls descend into the outer limits of my vocabulary.
I had a bash at the energy vampire tale I'm working on before I submit it. It was getting close to around 5800 words or so but I've already chopped off more than 400 extraneous words. If they don't belong then off they must trot. It is certainly taking shape although I know the ending certainly needs a bit of work when I revisit it. One of those little bugbears I found was the phrase sat down in the chair when sat in the chair works just as well. Then there's those little adverbs ending in ly, nearly always (point proven right there) you can let them go but sometimes I let them stay. I tend to trust my vibe on that score.
I shall fire up my Facebook live on my Readings with Gary page in a couple of hours. I'm looking for a nice chilled out session and it's nice to connect with new energies as well as good friends of course. Feel free to stop on by or watch the recording later if you wish. I'm also cogitating on reading out some of my work on a Facebook live later in the week although that often results in confusion. I can say from experience that my viewers vanish with much haste when then discern that there is no reading of cards but one potty raconteur reading mere prose and poetry. What a waste of time they think, I want a reading not a blooming Jackanory! Ah, nevertheless, it's something I mean to do even if it means talking to myself.
Well, we are almost at the end so here as promised is something based upon the word petrichor. Let's see what happens...
Through diaphanous eyes
I espy gnarled ones
Seeking the elders
Who may listen
Or perhaps leave them
Forgotten in cloud dust
Their branches in eternal prayer
For one drop of life
Our dear star rests
A shadow curtain visits
To joyous verdant chants
In coiled expectation
Sibilant rain spirals
With a scent of petrichor
Such celebration unbounds
in puddles of creation
I take my leave
With a dear aroma
Redolent with memories
Of times long gone
Well, there we are. A little ramble into well, who knows where. With that note I shall bid you sweet adieu and all that remains is for me to say enjoy your eve, day in whatever way is right for you. Remember, keep reading :)
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