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agnusde2017's avatar

Morning Droplets

I will not flood my eyes with tears,

Nor will I mire my heart in fears.

I've scratched and wounded my veined hands

Hoisting myself from time's quicksands.

In the morning's prismatic light,

Beyond my reach, purple and white

Lady slippers, free of pomp,

Kiss the mist that hugs their swamp,

Where I was wont to clip sweet girls

And smell  their morning-scented curls.

I hear their laughter, see their breasts,

And breathe their puppy-scented breath.

They are the sparks of yesterday,

That glow in the stream's silver spray.

Those lips I used to nip and kiss

Are water in the years' gray mist.

(First published in The Lyric)

David Gosselin's avatar

Hi Agnus,

Have you submitted any of your poems to The Chained Muse? Forgive me if any of your submissions have fallen through the cracks.

David

agnusde2017's avatar

Hello, Mr. Gosselin:

I'm glad you enjoyed my poem. 

I have never submitted to The Chained Muse, but I would like to do so.

I would probably paste into an email, since, despite several installs the indexing feature in Word seems to be kind of quirky for me.

Thanks again. I hope this is the proper address for a reply.

Bob Zisk

agnusde2017's avatar

Hi, Mr. Gosselin:

On 10/03 I submitted a group of poems pasted into The Chained Muse email address.

Bob Zisk (aka Agnus)