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:

take me to the halls of summer

its been ten long paces.
crossing black parking lots.
with just a butterfly waiting
on trimmed roses.
distance is an allusion.
and between you and i
there are years.
our footfalls fade
on rainy days. saturated leaves
drowned in a shrouded friday afternoon.
the books smell like fresh air
but between you and i
its a rather stale meeting.
its gotten rather lonely this way over
but then again it often does.
with distance longer than a thousand words
and only three days time for memories.
there's but a second of dancing in sunshine, too bright.
i knew fire in the shadows. setting ablaze a chorus of crickets to write me a melody. for later.
i smell it burning.
my rested eyes left me with less
than desired. for sleep brings dreams
that harshly twist thoughts. and i worry
what happens when i begin to forget.
so perhaps sleep is for the weary.
but i have never rested well.
and in this moment i can close my eyes
knowing i wont lose myself with you here.
sadly shut eyes miss pictures. captured
in a mind wrestling turmoil, for beauty.
and ill leave you with photographs. ones you can carry.
as you fly away in your metal cage
leaving behind those moments everyone else missed.
you brought back my summer. if only for the time u stayed.
but in that time came air I could breathe, a desire to extract myself
from this reclusive place
because for a moment
in this not quite spring,
where opportunities spin away. on the wings of frozen butterflies.
i walked the halls of summer. and lost myself to
someone i didnt know.
there i pass flowers in the darkened morning.
and watch a sun press its way through crevices filled with a void.
i imagine thats what a mind looks like. my mind.
but thats the beauty of distance.
you'll never have to know. because its one look too far.
it wont matter. but ive never believed in love at first sight.
so maybe i was wrong.
or maybe i have loved you more than just this one summer.

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