poetry critical

online poetry workshop

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Poetry Critical 2.0

Hey guys, Donald here.

In a few weeks, this site will be 9 years old. 9 years! And I still know some of the earliest submissions by heart.

But, boy. That’s like 102 in web-years. So it’s time for something new. I’m building that something now with my nights-and-weekend minutes (and plenty of coffee). Buy me a cup?

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Random Poem:

Pirouette Turns and Torgete Leaps
endlessdream

Home movies can only capture so much of the feelings and emotions of one specific moment, much like how photographs only lead to associations of memories- and the stories behind them.
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Looking back and watching these clips of pieces forgotten from your childhood, you see the little girl you once were.
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Complete with the pink leotard and tights, dancing as though alone.
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You were five then so it didn't matter much to you.
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Dancing and laughing for daddy, standing just over there with the video camera.
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Untainted, simple joy of pretending to be the ballerina, performing on your stage of carpet in front on the house consisting of couches and recliner chairs- seated on which, your number one fans.
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You smile as daddy zooms in on you turning, a similar smile on the little girl you sit here on those same couches watching.
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She comes alive before you, almost completely forgotten, and reminds you how much you miss the simplicity of childhood.
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The reel ends, leaving darkness behind.
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Still seated on those same couches, you wonder aloud,
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"What if I had never stopped dancing?"
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