Earthbound Oath

The poem is a haibun, a form that combines prose and haiku, about the poet’s deeply held belief in the importance of keeping promises. Using the scent of petrichor, the smell of earth after rain, as a symbol for promises fulfilled, the poet discusses his commitment to his word, comparing it to the certainty and dependability of nature. The haiku at the end encapsulates this principle, tying the taste of petrichor to his honor and essence.

In the quiet aftermath of a storm, the world is washed clean, renewed. The scent of petrichor fills the air, earthy and rich, a testament to nature’s resilience. It is a scent of promises fulfilled – the rain’s promise to the parched earth, the storm’s promise of renewal. This fragrance is my constant companion, a reminder of the sacred vows I make.

My word is my bond, a promise as solid as the ground beneath my feet. When I make a vow, it is not just a collection of words, but a solemn commitment. Like the rain that commits to nourishing the earth, I commit to my promises with unwavering dedication. Each pledge I make is a drop of rain, each fulfilled promise a burst of petrichor that permeates my existence.

The world is full of uncertainties, but my word is not one of them. I am steadfast in my commitment, holding myself accountable to the promises I make. I believe that a man is only as good as his word, and I strive to be a man of integrity. The smell of petrichor, a symbol of promises kept, is my guiding principle.

Tasting petrichor,
Promises kept, honor earned,
My word, my essence.

In this world of shifting sands, my promises are my anchors. They ground me, guide me, and define me. And just like the scent of petrichor that follows a storm, the fulfillment of my promises brings a sense of peace and satisfaction that is profound and enduring.

Ghost Writer

Brandon J. J. Board

Go on a poetic exploration where the rain comes to life, weaving emotions, landscapes, and profound wisdom. Each line a delicate droplet, each stanza a cleansing shower. Dive into a literary rainfall and let the words refresh your soul.

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