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, September 9, 2009

Since I Loved You

It’s been a long time between drinks,
And the appeal of sunshine is growing thin.
There’s no room for warmth and no space for fire,
And winter’s come early this year,
Yeah, winter’s come early.

Summer’s thunder now forgot
And spring’s hope long lost before.
Our lonely line still stands clear uncrossed,
Dividing our footprints in the snow.
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