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:

Missouri Humor

Breathe in the starred black air, so you might
draw the quality of summer into the lungs before anyone else
          can steal it,
for on cool, scent laden nights like these it seems necessary to become
          possessive; this is human nature.
But you cannot ever possess the night ... and it has nothing to offer save sensation.
The earth tossed up oaks and dogwood and short grass long ago to hold in that
this story is only in the lift of the wind—
those guardians swell up the upside-down bell jar hills where you stand,
           not quite containing the darkness so it flows ever upward and out.
The night’s sense of humor is this: in allowing the belief one can possess its
           billowing shade,
contain those artful symptoms which presage the beginning of a new day,
           it  reigns with reckless freedom.
No one can ever know, in truth, how far the stars expand beyond what one sees in
           the skies;
but always it seems that night extends out from the self, as if you
           are in control.
Well …
Let the wind feel cool on your cheek, the pollen smell
           sweetly of must,
the humidity settle acrid on the tongue, and then that tale of nighttime
           may hint of some inescapable sense.

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