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
gem_grrrl

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