Welcome to Shards of Silver

Marianne Moore once defined 'poetry' as "Imaginary gardens with real toads in them". I found this such a striking definition of something that captures the values of poetry that I couldn't leave it alone.

I've been writing - attempting - poetry since I knew how to hold a pen(cil). Some poems I write I like, most I don't, but every now and then I feel compelled to write them down, like a flush of emotion that demands access to some sort of visible medium that can later be accessed and reconsidered. I thought, maybe, that sharing these poems could help me out a little. I welcome critiques, critical and constructive (though I do, of course reserve the right to ignore the sharper sides of people's tongues ;) ), and hope that in return for your help I can leave you with something better than sorry attempts at a craft which only a tiny few have ever really mastered.

Clear Skies~V

Friday, September 11, 2009

The Once and Future Morning Star

Wishing sunlight away with wind,
Take with you the colors of life
And leave me barren and broken.
Upon wings of golden silver
You've flown and seen my frozen world
-You cherished my ashes instead -
What a true victory it was!
I lie broken-voiced and lost:
No hope left for me, my brother,
But you are the one still in chains.

Wave your toy sword around with glee
-With reasonable force, brother -
And try to recall why you're there.
From my ashes don't kindle flame
For I am here not without cause
-Rebuked but always remembered -
No star named for any of you,
Remember me to them that way
-To Him that cast me from His side-
The once and future mourning star.

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