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:

Visit from the Highlands - for Mor, slightly
Isabelle5

We played hooky, the music-man and I,
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dodging waves coming rough
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against the Pacific shore.
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He said it’s cold in Scotland,
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the sea never sleeps
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and he walked the sea-shelf
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many times with whiskey
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in a flask, moon-light painting
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silver streaks on his hair.
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Kinder in person than in print,
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he opened doors for me,
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shared my slice of carrot cake,
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told me stories meant for grandchildren.
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We must have kind faces,
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for people smiled as we passed,
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deep in conversations that could not
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be told in rhythms or in rhyme,
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or perhaps it was the sight
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of two old people, walking
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arm in mental arm.
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Later, my piano sang as his fingers
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raced across the keys; he told me
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it was out of tune.
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“I already knew that,” I confessed.
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He left on a Sunday,
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the traditional day of rest,
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his Scottish footfalls
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light on my heart’s sand.
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