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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:

Snowball Earth
Kiite

During those perfectly ordinary nights,
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like a piano medley sleeping
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amongst the niches of the mind,
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as easily as a lowering head upon a lap,
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the sequestered story outstretches itself again:
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it must have been hiemal outdoors
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as they; family, like stars related only by
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the need to find a purpose, amalgamated.
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The air; aroma; atmosphere; all cerulean
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and permeated even indoors like incense.
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Inhaling, and one could inwardly claim that
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the way in which the cold cooled, condensed, the chest
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was what inhibited tears for this satisfaction of “Presence.”
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It was during those nights that
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he was her sun – long ago, when the flare,
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like emotions, was much dimmer; tenuous –
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when the slightest tilt could make winters colder.
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Oh, and he was so silly – he must have been –
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to weep, fearing the belief that they might be
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amongst things ephemeral,
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for sustaining such childish
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gravity – that grounds heavier
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things like hearts, guilt, and worry –
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was as easy as lowering his head upon her lap;
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slightly tilted like the branches of a tree,
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breaking into eternal fractals of tens; eighteens; sixties
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like shadows outstretched on asphalt
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of acquaintances vaguely remembered,
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assuring him that this tree would never topple.
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Eight years passing and she has aged.
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A crass routine of sleeping extended on the sofa
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mid-day insipidly creeps into her mannerisms,
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those things unimaginable for a lively mother to have
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in the eyes of a child.
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With him having moved away,
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and winters having become warmer, Oh!
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How silly she makes herself seem,
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failing to inhibit tears
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for the bitter-sweetness of his “Absence” –
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while that which grounds inside his chest
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like a pervasive cold trapped in coloured thoughts
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is the need to wish her a good night before bed
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as a means of compensation for
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the uncovered regret of ever having left;
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removed her head from his lap, because,
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if the now-brighter sun imparts anything,
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it is the infirmity of that tree.
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