poetry critical

online poetry workshop

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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:

Talking Flutes

You never talked like this.
Not when we were young
and not when we grew up.
If I were to make a bracelet out of you
it would mean I’d have to let you go
along a thin gold chain, escaping on the other side.
No—I’d rather make a flute
so as I blow, the music plays
and comes swiftly back to me.
I could never contain your wildness,
but perhaps I could hear a song before you left.
I’d strike a note and you would go.
But at least you would leave echoes
like chilling crystal mirrors visiting me
on friendless nights that I can dare
to revisit memories of our lost melody.
It makes me wonder now as I play the instrument again—
hear its weeping, cheerless birdsong as it conquers time and space
and lulls me down to dreaming of the two of us once more—
it makes me wonder now if, on lonely nights like this,
if I dare to listen closely,
will I hear your crying too?

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