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:

Ridge
Seditswing

Where growth comes
 1
from a catatonic aura.
 2
Our mother had died recently,
 3
when alcohol's weight  swelled to a
 4
plastic coffle.
 5
And we were taken and given
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back       to our mother—
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desperate for control and embrace
 8
in a dying shake.
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Scores of bells and mirror
 10
turned harmony
 11
a gamine's projection—
 12
dissonant officials landing
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to separate us, like
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litter turned animal
 15
and singing.
 16
 
 
We burned our home
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and fled to compose
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into the blinding
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ridge. For cover
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we held up slabs
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of steel echoes—
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claiming knowledge
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of our spot of sky.
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Our vast new
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cecity scared
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blue catches
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in might
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belongings
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that can't darken
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or claim any
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rise in shadows
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drowning, the
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depths of forced
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sleep; anesthesia
 35
wept at the caustic
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chill prophets
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of a mother's bone—
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identifying  her hidden
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children
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