Pollen

The porch is piled with pollen Transported by a breeze And though I'm not allergic, It's enough to make me sneeze. It's powdered on the table And it's dusted on the floor. As the vacuum bag gets fatter, Soon there is no room for more. It's a constant losing battle 'Cause we clean up every trace But when we wake up tomorrow, There'll be more to take its place.

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Keith Bickerstaffe

Date: 5/28/2015 8:08:00 PM

I never noticed pollen until I came south... but you're right, it covers EVERYTHING! which is a nuisance, and especially annoying if you happen to be allergic. Exquisite as usual! (Now I'm off to find out why you wrote a second poem with the same title) Best wishes, Keith

Cyndi Macmillan

Date: 5/25/2015 3:30:00 PM

I heard that this year, because of the odd weather systems, at least here in Ontario, they have called it the "Tsunami of Pollen." Supposed to be the worst year for allergy suffers EVER. Your poem is timely! Cheers, Cyndi

Ilene Bauer
Date: 5/26/2015 1:32:00 PM

thanks for the comment, cyndi! i hadn't heard that - i feel bad for allergy sufferers.

Lindsay Laurie

Date: 5/24/2015 5:55:00 PM

Hello Ilene... nicely written once again Ilene. Just curious; do you know where the source of the pollen is. Lindsay

Ilene Bauer
Date: 5/26/2015 1:31:00 PM

hey lindsay! i assume it comes from the surrounding trees, but i don't know for sure. thanks for reading.....