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

Thursday, April 7, 2011

Conversations with Characters I: T.A

If only
You would right yourself
Strange darkness.
You reside in the face
I can picture,
I even know what your voice is made of:
Liquid, silken steel
Rising to a storm when you are angered
- and you are rarely truly angered - 
yet soft and still in the council hall,
Able to bring the entire chamber to silence.
I know you
And yet I can't,
Because you're not letting me realise you,
Darkest one,
With all your inner, concealed confusion,
About who you are and why you did as you have done.
No, you're not,
You're too decided,
That's your flaw,
And when I throw your lot in with hers,
All fire and reckless charges,
You balk and stare back out at me from the screen,
as though to ask
"Did you want me to change her from who she is?"
I ought to reply that that's not the point,
but I know what you'd say:
"Let the Dar'nayl take care its own."

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