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, August 23, 2010

My Contradiction


You're the storm and the eye of it,
The calm and the turbulence,
You're the Spielberg flick and the psalm to me.
Never knew what broken meant until you up and fixed me,
Crumbling pieces of dust and decay that sort into feelings.
You're the confusion and the sense,
The philosopher and the nihilist,
Beautifully disharmonic and complete.
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