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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, February 8, 2010

From You

Seems I've wandered far
                                     from you.
In my wanderings
Through this world away
                                     from you.
No matter where I've gone
On the meandering strings
That marionette me along
I can never stray too far
                                     from you.


While I was away in Tasmania (yes, that's where I was all month in case I forgot to mention it! Sorry!), I came to realise a lot of things, and this is one of the results, written on the 25th of January, 2010.
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  1. calladhorFebruary 15, 2010 at 6:38 AM

    I can't believe you've had so few comments on this elegant poetry. OK, so free verse is not to everyone's taste... but really!
    You really do have a gift.

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  2. UnknownFebruary 15, 2010 at 11:55 AM

    Thank you! :) I guess I haven't really been posting as much as I should be, but then can't rush somethings. =^.^=

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