poetry critical

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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!

Random Poem:

Broken bones

I used to think that my arms were those of the willow tree
Flexible yet more than willing to put its tendril fingers in the powerful stream
I used to think I was the same girl who adorned herself in mistakes
Colourful bowerbird bracelets and an ankh around every circle
And I took my able self into a basement of concrete
and without fear
I fell and I fell and I fell, although that makes it seem like it lasted forever
When in a fickle heartbeat my invisible bones
They were twisted and prone
I have always tried to be beyond inertia
Still I have always been an unrealistic yet spirited observer
A man once told me that in spite of his crushing weight, I remained
A curiously flexible and strong seed
the unlikely strength in a sapling willow tree
Without the obvious consideration of how the gentle greenstick was twisting me

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