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, December 6, 2010

Prayers of Fire and Fear

Being in love is like being on fire,
Stop, drop, roll,
But your brain is already on fire,
Burning, burning, burning,
All of it is burning like Troy on fire
And nothing left to hold back,
No walls left to capture or break.
Being in love is like being on fire,
Drowning me in happiness and 
Revives me to fear?
Fear of losing what I've found,
Fear of those high walls rebuilding, rebuilding
Higher, higher until they are there again 
As they were in the beginning.
I only my words to be the ivy that can grow 
Up, up, up those walls.
I only my hopes that those walls 
Will still be cracked,
When I return.
Fear reviving,
Happy tears lull me to long needed slumber,
At your side
In your arms.

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