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

Sunday, October 4, 2009

Darling Harbour in the Rain

Darling Harbour in the rain,
Grey murky water,
With its tourists stubborn or stingy.
The river and sky merge in grey,
And it smells of wet brick and wet smokers.
Headscarves are in fashion with everyone,
And the gulls are still stupid.
Pretty umbrellas are as fashionable as phones,
Run from dry to dry.
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