The world of dew.
T
he world is a muggy soaked place Dewey eyed green to my ingenious,innocent,inexperienced,unworldly,unsuspicious,unsuspecting self wide eyed unknowing of the bedened glistening watery mist of a world of dew.
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A black ringlet curls to lie
at the nape of her neck,
glistening with sweat
in the evaporate moonlight...
This is what I remember
now that I cannot forget.
And tonight,
if I have forgotten her name,
I remember...
rigid wire and white lace
half-impressed in her flesh,
our soft cries, like regret
...the enameled white clips
of her bra strap
still inscribe dimpled marks
that my kisses erase...
now that I have forgotten her face.
('The Effects of Memory' by Michael R. Burch)
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7. Poetry is glistening dewdrops falling upon virgin ground to gift dawn's hope and night's desire to match brilliance of falling moonbeams.
Robert J. Lindley
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I love the silence that breathes music into the glistening snow showers... a breath of hope.
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