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, July 24, 2010

Lash of Flames

The sunlight fills my room
With gold and oranges;
It's like fire is beating at my door,
Not so unheard of in this country
That floods like the Nile and burns like the sun.
That people live here is at first a wonder,
Then a joy.
This country falsely sunburnt in broken visions,
Living radiant in every breath of hurricane
And ever lash of flame.

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