poetry critical

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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:

Penelope's Night Swim
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“So she spoke, and our proud hearts consented. Then day by day she would weave at the great web, but by night would unravel it…” The Odyssey Book 2: Lines 104-106
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I find myself at water’s edge on nights
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when the humid air turns soft and fragrant
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                                                with the sea.
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I soak my hands that throb
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with a familiar ache and wait for you.
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All that is before me is stretched too long
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                                                   and wide.
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I wish simply that I could fold up
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it’s edges and bring closer the dog eared corner
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                                                   where you are.
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I want to feel the water lap
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at the small of my back and against my skin,
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                                      to have it deliverer me.
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I feel the coolness ease my cramped fingers.
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My hands are like starfish shining in the moonlight,
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they wiggle and dance with life.
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I return to my work. Examine carefully
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the beauty that I have created and slowly
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with renewed fire
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                         destroy it again.
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