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:

Like a Thousand People

Me, I look like a thousand people
and, of course, a thousand look like me,
so you’d be forgiven for thinking
I’m the most non-descript sight to see.
It’s interesting and my hobby
to gently watch how very shaken
a complete stranger often becomes
when they’re reluctantly mistaken.
When they have just paused and called out to
a familiar face in the street
only to find, yet again I say,
it was cruelly a trick of the heat.
You’d think then that I had bowl-cut hair
and my eyes were a bland shadowed brown;
that I always wore washed out colours
that blended with the grey concrete town.
But who then would simply notice me,
grin and say that my looks ring a bell?
Who then would catcall across the road
and shout that I was as hot as hell?
The latest fashions are what I sport;
what isn’t designer I won’t wear.
The clack of heels denotes my presence.
There are highlights in my straight blonde hair.
I’ve been told that my eyes are azure
but no one at first notices that.
They ask me more where I got my tan-
if perhaps I’m at least an ex-pat.
Me, I look like a thousand people
and, of course, a thousand look like me.
Yet so long as I am noticed here
who needs individuality?

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