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

Monday, May 3, 2010

Rage


Save words by letting go
and simply following the flow of pen's ink on paper.
Letters curling around fingers turning,
whole sentences that burn down houses
pulverise walls in your mind.
Fire soothing water:
the hardest visualisation,
like happiness.
I want keys to break down heaven's doors
and wreck all love's cathedrals.
Bring them down
Bring them down
and give me what I'm owed.
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