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Are those little birds I see now
soaring in the skies above me?
Itchy, weepy, bloodshot eyeballs
strain to see spring scenes so lovely.
Fragrances of March and April,
gifts sweet springtime now delivers,
permeate my faucet nostrils,
turning streams to raging rivers.
Benadryl is coursing through me,
bringing respite from the season,
rendering me semi-conscious,
itching not, but lacking reason.
Hours from now when I am lucid,
no more groggy, med-head feeling,
symptoms will return with vengeance,
Sneezing fits will set me reeling.
This poem first appeared in Spare Mule (April 2015), the newsletter of the Missouri Poetry Society.
Used here with the author’s permission.
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Janice Canerdy is a retired high school English teacher from Potts Camp, Mississippi. She has been writing poetry since childhood, is the author of one book, Expressions of Faith (Christian Faith Publishing, 2016), and has had poems published in many magazines and anthologies. Janice enjoys church life and being involved in church activities and says her grandchildren play a key role in her life, as she does in theirs.
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cork:
My Kleen-ex is always within reach here at my computer for my "faucet nostrils."
Posted 03/31/2016 08:40 AM
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Michael:
Delightful poem, Janice.
Love the unforced rhyme pattern of lines 2 and 4. The gift(s) of the season come through nicely in this poem.
Thank you.
Posted 03/31/2016 08:29 AM
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Newf:
I don't have allergies, but know people who do. Watching the rain and,longing for all the blooms that make some so miserable. Good writing, it's actually making me itch.
Posted 03/31/2016 07:10 AM
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