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, November 13, 2009


You shattered my halo in the thundering storm,

The shards fell through my fingers

lost running light like water,

Crumbling away what was once so important,

Forgotten in the taking of me.

Friction beneath my fingers,
Molting feathers fallen around me,

black against my palest skin.

Vision to burn the eyes and cries to cure the deaf.
Grace alight around me roaring,



  1. I really like your use of imagery in everything you write. And words like 'skiddledee' sound just so delightful!