Cant say a word
theyre rejoicing on the greens
as blossoms cover everywhere
round tree roots and inbetween
and in the warmth the flowers sway
playing in the breeze
floating around, without a sound
moving pollen with the bees
grabbing the poor sneezing soul
with hay fever by the throat
as pollen collects en masse like an army
around his collar and coat
and while he sits on the park bench
hed love to go and play
wi others on the large pitch
but pollens in his way
Inkdrop is freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, architecture, and artistic expression. With a background in computing, and writing – his pen name harks back to when he played around with rhymes and a fountain pen. Now joined by a selection of created photos from an acquired DSLR camera He shares insights with scribblers of all backgrounds. Outside of visiting museums and exploring the latest in exhibits , he enjoys walking through the countryside in pursuit of the next rainbow.
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