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 1, 2010

Selene and Endhymion

At  the dawn of every day
As the moonlight fades away,
From your sleeping side I go,
Eb and tides: I follow their flow.
Leaving kisses on your cheek
No means left for me to speak;
Only whispers for when you wake,
Drifting to watch the sunligh tbreak.
Open your eyes, sweet prince of light,
And wish agian for swift come night,
When to you once more I'll come,
And dancers beat and singers hum,
Carrying love throughout our song,
To you I'll always belong;
Twixt dusk and dawn its always true:
In the darkness I'm for you,
But at the dawn of every day,
I will always fade away.
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