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, August 7, 2010

There are Things

There are things I cannot say to you,
- because of who I am -
- because of who you are -
I've never had this before and the inexperience can be daunting,
So I hesitate, so I watch.
You've been built up and cracked too many times before,
So you're silent, so you sit.
Your walls are mortared with past and present,
Mine crumble beneath future's hopes.
And somewhere our walls intersect,
Building the foundation of a fortress perhaps,
Inside where we can maybe let go.
Where I can say things I cannot say.
I cannot say "I love you" 
because I'm scared to,
I cannot say "for always" 
because you've lost your faith in forever.
These are things I cannot say,
But maybe I do not have to.

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