poetry critical

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Welcome to Poetry Critical, an online poetry workshop. To post your own poetry you'll need to create a user id by typing a name and password in the box above and hitting 'New User'. If you just want to critique or jump into the discussion, however, you can go ahead and get started!

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:

Naudi a Aldaw

I see my path
amid the fog
as the image
of the mounts
sinks into
the road.
My time has come
to leave this place--
not one for earthly rulers
of noble origins
who are less than
nature spirits.
For here is
no Great Divine
no Ozymandias and his serfs
but gongs
mouth harps
bamboo flutes
animating the world.
I left my soul
to the verdant ghosts
to sense them again
perhaps in postcards
where awe is reduced
to canned memories.
From the world
of steel and stone,
the mounts are
nothing but misty images
into the night.
The verdure becomes
the consolation of endless
and wanting faith          
that remains attached
to the ghostly mountains afar.
Place my soul
in the company of hipsters
for even they
in this tiny place
respect the presence
of the nature spirits
while the wretches
in the lands below
respect a world
of steel and stone.
Passing through the fog
leaving my soul to the mountains
distance will always be
the measure of my longing
to be back in this world
where the sun rises
on the shoulders
of the mount
greeted by
a bamboo

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