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!

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:

The Death of Jazz (ode to Tuba Fats) {revised}

Miles and miles
of obsidian black,
canary yellow
flamingo pink,
and violet.
Of jade green,
pearly white,
sea blue,
and saxaphone gold.
Men and women
parading through the streets
for an old tuba player
named Fats who
bought food for the homeless
even though he
was starving himself.
A man
with legs of jello
dances around a woman
with hair of dried corn-husk gold.
His leg flies up
and over her head. She stands
and awed as I do
Watching from the restaurant
sipping my pina colada
two friends to my left
and one to my right,
my father in a corner
of the balcony
waving a white handkerchief
mortifying me as always
"When a jazz player dies."  
Dad speaks, his voice low,
almost reverent.  "The others come
to both celebrate and morn
the life of such fine art. Through
the streets of old New Orleans.
Dancing to the tune
of a life well-played."

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