Shards of Silver: June 2011

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

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

In The Other Room

I thought for so long
                      that I'd dreamt you,
Created you out of shattering wishes,
                 crumbling hopes;
But I can see you now,
                          touch you even,
All it takes is a handful of steps
                                     into another room.
Not twenty feet away
                                  just in the other room.

Thursday, June 9, 2011

Conversations with Characters II: June Granger

You're as frustrating as a wombat, dear June,

Feisty June,

June who always knows her way,

Won't let anyone else have a say.

You're funny when you rhyme things, lady writer,

Collected you,

You who sits writes what you believe true,

Don't let others tell you what to do.

You're hard to write, dear June,

Elegant June,

Stripper darling hating spring

Because of all the baggage it'll bring.

I'm glad I confound you, lady writer,

Prolific you,

Since I'm not what you normally see,

I'm not of your world nor would I be.