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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:

An Afternoon with Visions: edit No 2
dannyboy

Sitting at your desk,
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The expansive window
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Framing a garden and the sun
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Shining upon
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The thick paper I enjoyed
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Winding into the typewriter.
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Page ready and empty -
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My hands fiddling with the ribbon,
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a yarn tangled around the steadfast ‘Z/z’.
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While you read behind me and I
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Pretended a search for words, my mind
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Conjured visions of your straight spine:
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The steel rod implanted to keep it straight.
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I began to finger the keys - each shape
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Took on your flesh;
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The underside of your ‘b’ breast,
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The long curve of your ‘l’ neck,
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Your thin ‘M’ lips
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Or clasping ‘w’ fingers.
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The ‘s’, your bent leg, the knee, a valley of ‘v’,
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The ‘o’, a cheek; your body seen
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Whilst performing a Louis Nowra play
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Titled ‘Visions’ in which you played my sister.
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15 years later in my room, the sun
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Falling upon my ragged garden, the blinds
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Pulled closed, the dog barking to come inside;
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You shed a green, flowing dress
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And the red lace underneath
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While I unbuttoned my blue shirt
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And pushed away my ragged jeans.
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You pushed away my kiss
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I sat up,
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Mentioned limited time –
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I was performing that evening
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In Genet’s The Balcony.
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The journey ceased as words and time
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Made us stumble and splutter
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Like a fire that almost catches
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Yet does not.
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I sit at the computer;
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Outside the wind
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Pushes a single piece of paper
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Across the wet lawn:
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A remembered smell sends me reeling
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Into that almost moment so long ago.
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27 years later I think of that steel rod
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And your sea-green eyes
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And sad heart that would not let go
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On a similar sunny afternoon
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Almost different from any other,
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When I lacked the courage
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To face your temper; to stand naked
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In its tempest,
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To shout like an undaunted sailor
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The truth
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That dwelt in my heart
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For that moment, on that particular afternoon.
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