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

Tuesday, March 30, 2010


I see the shadow of the rain as its about to fall,
Gray ribbons in the air like northern lights
Strewn over my vision a mantle of my self-deception.
There are no golden fields or glassy lakes that I see,
Flashing by in half-manifested reality,
The starry starry night gone past tranquil to empty pale,
And all I see is the shadow of the rain.

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