Petrichor

Brilliant, my dear friend - I can almost feel the scent! :-)

Blessings and best wishes - S.

Thank you Svetlana - This is an interesting feature, being able to comment between comments after the fact. 

an erotic roll through luscious mental fields where rain drips down in diamon covered bloodrops~exquisite

Purrrrrrrrrrr  - Love your comments almost as much as your poetry

I had never heard this word.  I think the poem is far lovelier than the word itself, but I am happy to know it.

Thank you Gerry, Nice to see you. Thank you for the kind comment

Wonderfful write, Atticus!

Thank you Cheryl you are very kind.

I never knew there was actually a word for this, but the scent of rain on dry earth is lovely, but the poem is even lovelier........

Featured in the Triple Name Club.

Kathryn, Thank you so much for the feature! I agree, the scent of rain on earth is one of m favorite smells. 

Thank you. A delight to the senses. And I've been digging in dirt this morning after days of rain....

Happy gardening Alison. Thanks for your comment. 

kewl!  I felt as though meandering through your muse garden to her tune.

Thank you so much libramoon

very good use of imagery!

I appreciate it norene

I am so taken by the reality of what you present here and the simple but splendid imagery of the second half, that I am going to re-post a poem (see) that refers to the same muse that occasionally comes to me in dreams.   In this case the subject was much more abstract and much less exhuberant, but it affected me no less. 

I am pleased my poem inspired you to revisit previous work. I appreciate the comment very much Chris

Wonderful showcase of that inimitable fragrance of a fresh rain.

Thank you John Beck

I was musing, oh so carefree, through this delight when the black blood of gods ran me to another, more intense vision that reawakened another in the place of the first... a cleansing, a baptism that you came to after the storm to relish it... visionary Atticus; you have visions...

And what a finely suited word! Petrichor. New one for me.

Your comments alway bring such a smile to my face Umar. It is a baptism indeed. You are very kind. I am pleased to no end that you like my poem. 

This so superbly captures the scene .... especially so today in West Oz after a raging autumn storm yesterday and last night.  Ten stars from me!

Magi, Thank so much - I hope you can stay dry! I hear you have pretty strong storms in your part of the world. 

Absolutely amazing. Your talent always exceeds my expectations. When I read one, I think it's your best. Then, you write another and I love that one even more. You have to publish, Atticus, and I will be first in line to buy your book. Thank you for posting to our group. You are now featured.

I was impressed by the beginning and the lines about your muse and also enjoyed the imagery in this piece. (I could imagine you rolling around in the grass.). Oh, and you taught me a new word. It's by far my new favorite , the best I've learned in a long time, and I feel inspired to try to use it in my writing. Thanks again. Bravo! 

Dear friend Jennifer, You are so very kind to my little poems. I am so pleased that you like this one. And I'm really pleased that you like the word! I love it. I have wondered out loud forever if there was a word for that. Thanks so much for the feature! Love you new picture.

Thank you, Atticus! I absolutely love everything you write and I get your first autographed book, right? 

You got it girl!

"atomic surprise" or Black blood of Gods... your dynamic language flows and takes us into the scene. Brilliant. Here we are having atime of liooking for a piece of cloud and a splash of god's blood to cool us.

of blankness

Here's wishing you good rains poddar! Thanks for the comment. 

Triple digit weather for days on end...the Earth so thirsty it's crackling...and then it sprinkles.

I like that your Muse gathers and saves, then offers up, a bit here, a dab there. Sweetly fragrant (and I love the roll in the grass!).

Wonderful Atticus.

You know about these kinds of encounters,  Adrian storm-mistress.

Sounds like a very lovely day!

Thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwriting

Beautifully creative imagery for an event that's been described by many poets.

What a rich and sensual poem, Atticus.  The title itself is a remarkable find.  I most like the fact that you've taken what seems, on its face, to be a wild metaphor-- "the black blood of the gods"--  and woven it into the poem so carefully and intimately that it seems only natural.

We are all so thankful for your muse and your inspiration.  Thanks.

Thank you so very much for your kind comment Anne. I have let my muse know, from me, how much she is appreciated.

Thank you so much Adrian, Mistress of the Storms. You should wear that name. It sounds great.

Thank you Angela.

Ann, yes I was inspired by the word to venture onto well trodden soil.  Thank you.

James, Thank so much for your comment. I appreciate the fact that you always point out what you like the most in your comments. I know what you mean about the metaphor. I had to think hard about that one and re wrote the poem several times to make it work in an unobtrusive manner but in a way conveyed what I wanted it to. I tried to write it out also but it just wouldn't go! Sometimes elements of a poem defy logic and kiss up to "feeling right" Thats the way that one worked. Thanks for the great comments.

Hey, Atticus.  I'll preface my remarks to say it's been a lousy past couple days for me:  too little sleep, too many responsibilities. 

The individual images are laid out well, but the onset of the poem feels overly sentimental and fabricated.  You use a variety of words that excite the reader and peak curiosity, but unfortunately you've run into the grammatical conumdrum of lies v. lays.  <a href=http://www.wordwebonline.com/en/LIEINWAIT> check it out here </a> and see if you need to make any changes.

Finally, I confess, <a href=http://www.textetc.com/modernist/experimental-poetry.html> experimental poetry </a> evades my comprehension and does not usually entertain.  I am most definitely on the fringe of the Pre-Simmers. 

Sorry I'm crabby, Atti.

Susan, crabby or sweet, your comments and criticisms are absolutely most welcome. I learn so much from you. The Lie vs. Lay problem is easily fixed. The sentimentality? I can see what you are saying but. I'm not sure I agree totally. But you know you have to try on a lot of hats till you find the one that fits. I'm sure my sensibilities are still evolving. Sometimes I'm trying to tread a fine line. I do appreciate experimental and free verse poetry but I admit fully that I have got a lot to learn about writing poetry in Form before I would dare call myself a good poet. And so I will gratefully accept your criticism and look into fixing the grammatical errors. I'll have to think about your other points. I do want to wish you a great day though and I hope that life calms down for you a little.

I know it makes no difference to your perception of the poem - or shouldn't anyway. But my wife is my "Muse" in this poem and she does actually save interesting words for me among other things. She snagged "Petrichor" from NPR.

Plus, I don't know why the links are dead on the page.....

I had to wait to comment on this piece-- this is the one that compelled me to add you to my friends list-- so I could do it justice. I love the introduction, the choice of images chosen to represent the appearance of your muse; they're distinctive, unusual, but capture the way that inspiration sometimes appears, and its impact. What comes after felt, to me, like a victory lap of the best kind.

Thank you for sharing this. I too learned a new word after reading this.

Thank you so much Corinna. I so glad you did connect. And I am glad you like the poem. I appreciate your comment very much.

Eventuality means good things get rolled back to the point they no longer fit your present existence. The underlying theme seems to say respect change or else.

Thank you William. I appreciate the comment. 

Atticus, I'm coming to this late, after one hell of a week! Sorry for the delay, but I love spending time with your poems when I have more time. Just the use of the word "petrichor" -- one of the most evocative words in the English language to me -- is a wonder. Let me just add that your use of the word "lying" MAY be correct. It's easy to remember -- "lay" refers to laying eggs and the placement of things, and not much else. See Bryson's "Dictionary of Troublesome Words" for this one, so easily explained! But the point is, even if you were wrong, I'd make up a grammar rule to support you. I think in this poem, it can go either way, for the clever double entendre in the word "lie." Anyway, enough of that -- this is one of your best, once again, making a small novel in a few lines. I have seldom read such evocative writing, so all I can say is keep doing it. : - ) And all blessings to your muse, too. 
 

Hey Andrea, Thanks so much for the supportive comment. I think Susan was correct on the grammatical point so I changed it to: Lying. That was just me being sloppy. But, sometimes I need all the help I can get. I hope your week wasn't too stressful! I have had a pretty hectic one myself. Don't you just love the word "Petrichor"? I'm still so pleased about learning it. I hope all is well with you. 

Love it. Absolutely love it. But then I too love a rainy day and finding that same atomic surprise explode in the garden punctuated by the aroma of a good roast. Great capture. 

Hey Paul, thanks so much. Thanks for noticing the atomic/mushrooming modifier. I didn't know if that got across to anyone. I appreciate the comment!

burly atmosphere, Atticus.

bravo.