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

Saturday, June 12, 2010

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.

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