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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?
Development updates from Twitter:
|In This Moment|
Strands of indigo, grey, and midnight blue etch the sky.
A cool breeze mellows the earth.
And all I can hear is the sound of my beating heart.
Blades of grass lift their weary heads towards the fresh air to steal a gulp.
And some sift over easily, as I rest upon them.
This soothing sensation that is bellowing throughout my body has become very welcoming.
The clouds, almost a black now, stir amongst the gusts of wind,
Following its orders to move left, right, or back again.
Their un-rhythmic pattern is like a quilt blanketing the worlds ceiling.
This is my warmth.
This place, this ground, this era, is all I need to smile.
The wind, the grass, the air, takes me away from every painstaking stab I must endure.
In this moment, I am weightless.
In this moment, I am free.
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