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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:
I listened deep to the sound of lake waves and disgrutled bull-frog croaks.
The horizon remains a strong line till it disappears, the dimmest fading light of a long lost sun can gracefully illuminate the silouhette of the silent mountains.
Ripples from the kayak's slender paddle create crayon scribbles against the black water - fading into the unknown distance until once again the bare slate of the lake returns.
Brilliant stars poke through the canvas above - neatly aranged in their predetermined, unfaltering constellations - party decorations for Earth's unending celebration of Life.
Life of the moose, the human, the beaver, the lily-pad, the lavender, the bumble-bee, the waters, the salmon, the oak, the bear, the land.
Lives which weave in and out of eachother for eternity, forever mending and dissolving our quilt.
Mindlessly, I paddle back to shore.
Llisten to the croaks, the ripples, the wind.
Remember what I had forgot.
In silence and dark, walk home.
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