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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. A poet since childhood, her work has appeared in numerous anthologies, contest journals, and poetry magazines over the years. Janice is the author of two books: Expressions of Faith (Christian Faith Publishers, 2016, now out of print) and From Serious to Slapstick--Poems, Like Life (Doctors Dream Publishing, 2024). A former president of the Mississippi Poetry Society, she is honored to have been named their Poet of the Year.
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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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