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:

things left behind
balancing

Prostrate
 1
on my pink porch,
 2
growing cancer on my back
 3
in the mid-Sunday sun,
 4
I planned my life
 5
                “From this point on.”
 6
Dreams not yet ripe
 7
at age fourteen—
 8
just fruit blossoms, really,
 9
pollinated on the tree
 10
by naïve expectation.
 11
 
 
Lovers came and went
 12
over the years
 13
But they were always tall,
 14
always had dark hair and
 15
dark eyes with
 16
dramatic feather fringe and
 17
nails bitten far past
 18
their white sickle rinds.
 19
 
 
And I was going to be
 20
a marine biologist—No!—
 21
a teacher—No!—
 22
a writer!
 23
and stay always
 24
where there were fresh fields
 25
under clean sky.
 26
 
 
And here I am,
 27
years later,
 28
states away from my pink porch
 29
on which I laid to burn myself,
 30
in a crowded desert with
 31
not a green thing growing
 32
or inch of room to breathe.
 33
 
 
I’m studying medicine and he
 34
is blond, of average height
 35
with gray-blue eyes
 36
like the sea I have
 37
never seen
 38
framed by subtle lashes.
 39
 
 
The only part that worked out
 40
is the fingernails—
 41
or lack thereof.
 42
And that’s kind of
 43
a given
 44
when it comes to boys.
 45

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