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

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.
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