poetry critical

online poetry workshop

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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:

Blue Glass Horse

Over coffee
Or wine perhaps
I tell the incident
It’s just a shrug,
An amusing irony.
She was brushing my hair,
My long golden curly locks,
Long tangled tom-boy locks,
As I toyed with my new
Blue glass horse.
And with one knot,
One snag, one pull,
Through the air flew my
New bauble.
No Pegasus.
Blue glass splintered
All round our feet.
Struck dumb, I with remorse,
She with, I thought,
Decades later, a gift.
A blue glass horse;
A tardy apology
For breaking the trinket
By pulling my hair.
So I sip my wine,
Or was it coffee,
“Oh how sad” I hear,
“Such a misunderstanding,”
“All those years.”
Their eager faces,
Lascivious eyes,
Open to know my pain,
Massage my guilt.
Not wanting to disappoint their
Thirst for angst and
Mother/daughter guilt porn,
I merely smile and move on.

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