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:

Regrets
elodious

The hummingbirds have vanished,
 1
and, too, the butterflies.
 2
No rain
 3
and the heat is heavy,
 4
like summer in Morocco.
 5
 
 
They found Jimmy's body
 6
by the pool
 7
yesterday after two
 8
days in the sun.
 9
 
 
Eulalie died
 10
by the tub,
 11
three days gone
 12
before we missed her.
 13
 
 
Like finding the bones
 14
of cattle
 15
at a dried-up pond.  This drought
 16
will not relent.
 17
So why is it still
 18
so green?
 19
 
 
I had promised
 20
Eulalie a call,
 21
but the phone just rang
 22
and rang.  And Jimmy,
 23
he was young.
 24
He'd made a fortune;
 25
hence, the pool.
 26
I thought there would be time
 27
for reunions
 28
later on.
 29
 
 
I asked Kelly if he'd play
 30
"Old Man"
 31
on his guitar Friday nite.  I listened
 32
and sang along, remembering
 33
that last long drive in LA
 34
when I mourned
 35
my lost youth
 36
and wished
 37
I could hurry things along.
 38
 
 
And now I miss
 39
old friends
 40
but hang on, a
 41
stubborn Pagan
 42
in a world full
 43
of Christians telling me
 44
it's not too late
 45
to be saved.
 46
 
 
But it is too late.
 47
Next time I'll call again.
 48
until someone
 49
picks up the phone.
 50

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