Pollen Jul29 by melodylowes Your words are pollen Delicate and powerful Clinging to my soul * They remain on skin Long after leaving your lips Tattoo of friendship * Share this:FacebookEmailPinterestTwitterLinkedInTumblrLike this:Like Loading... Related
Thanks Debbie! Your words are pollen….
Pollen is essential but I wish it wouldn’t stick to my nostrils so fiercely. Me and pollen (wattle) aren’t on good terms, at the moment. But your words are lovely. 🙂
Ha! I was interviewed for a local tv show about farmyards this week, and found that I was full of pollen after having them take several shots of me walking around among the flowers. This is the most gracious I could be about pollen! 😉 The flip side of being stained, as it were. My days of sneezing and dripping are over, since eating gluten-free. My allergies dropped away, once I had taken care of the main culprit that made me so much more susceptible to the others. So I tend to forget those days. Until YOU bring them back full-force! Your poor nose…
I do wish we could see your interview, with stained hands and all. And that lily pollen sure does stain!
I don’t know if I can send you a link when it is up, but I can try! They thought it would be finished around October.
Give it a try. We may be lucky. 🙂
Quite moved…then I read Gallivanta and was cajoled out of my reverie. Thanks for the smile, both of you.
🙂 Glad I was a part of your day!
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