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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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|Nothing good, ever starts with, 'I remember'.|
I remember, of days past, with sun and chlorine filled holes in the ground.
How absently, I lost my grip on the large, yellow tube. The one with the two handles, specially bought for my younger self.
I sank, so slowly at first, vision obscured, as I struggled to grasp on to the life-saving device.
My heart beat up through my ears, thrumming. Gnawing.
Hair, pleasantly spiraling infront of burning eyes, cheeks puffed, mouth puckered, resembling the face made when eating a sour lolly.
I pondered, how hard it would be, to let go, drop down, and walk, flatfooted to the shallow end.
It could have been hours, until I was lifted back up, nonchalantly by a familial bond, familiar face.
Devoid of time, I settled to open my bloodshot eyes, and pretend I was a gentle mermaid.
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