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, June 15, 2010

Be Still

As the storm crashes over us,
And the winds above howl obscenities
Be still.
Be still.
As the world crases down on us
And the we fall beneath the waters deep
Be still.
Be still.
Be still for they cannot harm you,
Be still for they will not touch
They are thoughts only meant to scare
They are sounds only meant to hide
What you feel inside.
Be still.

While up above all is rendered to ash
And the stars are darkened
Be still.
Be still.
When the sun is gone down
And the moon too has faded into the sea
Be still.
Be still.
Be still for the dark won't harm you
Be still for it will only cradle
You in its arms and rock you quietly to sleep
And in the morning you will wake and there the light will shine.
But be still now,
Be still now and revel in the darkness this night brings,
Be still.

Sunday, June 13, 2010

Wait Not For Me

Wait not for me
If the darkness falls
Do not tarry here for long.
Wait not for me
When dawn is come
But pass into the world beyond.

A whisper
In the wind that flows
And follows
The river to the sea.
A mystery.
Unknown song
Carried far from here
You are gone
Too far away to see
Wait not for me.

Wait not for me
If the darkness falls
Do not tarry here for long.
Wait not for me
When dawn is come
But pass into the world beyond.

Saturday, June 12, 2010

Poem

So roses are red and violets are blue
But what do they matter when I know it’s true?
And daffodils grow and leaves are green,
Why point it out when it’s clearly seen?
Those clouds can rain and the stars align,
But I know that in your hands my heart will shine,
So roses can stay red and violets blue
But no poem can say how much I love you.

One of the Roses

So you have found the way through to cold verity,
You search for how to kill it in its cradle,
Hidden from eyes the iced clarity.
And when the road is ended will you still run?
A wandering fool throughout the rest of time,
It will still be a ghost you'll have become.
Your memory will not last but fade away,
Vanishing into the vast pool of Forget,
Where your thoughts will now always stay.
Say you'll never break away or fall apart
Lost forever in this darkest dream of mine
This sweet nightmare of my longing heart.

Smoke

Amber dripping soft velvet,
Reminders of silk as it tipples into the glass.
It's the taste of memory that stirs itself up,
An insomniac's hazard.
The faintest lingering of cigarette smoke,
Ephemeral,
                   like sleep tonight.
Curling tighter beneath warmth,
Banishing thoughts to the backdrop of breath,
Curing the sleepless.
The faintest lingering of cigarette smoke,
Ephemeral,
                  perpetual.