poetry critical

online poetry workshop

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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:

Visit from the Highlands - for Mor, slightly

We played hooky, the music-man and I,
dodging waves coming rough
against the Pacific shore.
He said it’s cold in Scotland,
the sea never sleeps
and he walked the sea-shelf
many times with whiskey
in a flask, moon-light painting
silver streaks on his hair.
Kinder in person than in print,
he opened doors for me,
shared my slice of carrot cake,
told me stories meant for grandchildren.
We must have kind faces,
for people smiled as we passed,
deep in conversations that could not
be told in rhythms or in rhyme,
or perhaps it was the sight
of two old people, walking
arm in mental arm.
Later, my piano sang as his fingers
raced across the keys; he told me
it was out of tune.
“I already knew that,” I confessed.
He left on a Sunday,
the traditional day of rest,
his Scottish footfalls
light on my heart’s sand.

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