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

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Reap what you sow...

I am a kite.
Tossed and floated on a northern wind,
Drawn and pulled whichever wins the dice roll,
I am your homemade toy,
But when the storm strikes,
I remind you:
I am only paper and string,
It is not my fault you did not heed the thunder.

1 comment:

  1. Very nicely done! Very nice indeed! (thunderous applause)