Shards of Silver: traditional

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.

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Saturday, June 12, 2010

Poem

So roses are red and violets are blue

But what do they matter when I know it’s true?

And daffodils grow and leaves are green,

Why point it out when it’s clearly seen?

Those clouds can rain and the stars align,

But I know that in your hands my heart will shine,

So roses can stay red and violets blue

But no poem can say how much I love you.