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:

Mirror the Suns and Then You May Pass
unknown

Crescent moon cracked sky-
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starlight overlaps his eyes
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under this pinpricked dome, the violet
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tinged edges of their dreamscape nights.
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Mares race towards them followed by spirits
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spreading their wings.
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His legs run to dive- moon shadows capture
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shards leaping from the blue black waters
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of the lake as it shatters-
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a million diamonds sparkling
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from man- made light, turned on in darkened rooms.
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A curtain brushes her cheek as she watches.
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Sips her mud colored tea, savoring its sweetness; his has been drunk.
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His cup is unwashed in the sink,
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after holding sugarless hot black brown herbs.
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Another light is turned on-
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his silken glide through the lake dims.
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Her face blurs a little in the glass of the window:
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her eyes are black, like empty holes.
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Watercolor bleeding at sunset seduces,
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like perfumed air wafting from other women;
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light enraptures her:
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streetlights reflecting drops of rain on a stranger's shoulders when she walks
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the streets evokes a memory
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of summer afternoons when it rained-
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you were not chilled, like a popsicle cold
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to the tongue but sweet, refreshing.
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She watches.
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Tomorrow the moon will be fuller.
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Tulips planted deep will open for the sun.
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Leaves will shake silken drops of moisture on everything outside, as it will rain later.
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Roses from Ireland will bloom and she will kiss those before they close at night.
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There will be only one cup in the sink.
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Black holes when colliding burst into fire:
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These flames she is still fanning inside.
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