Poetry and such like.
Well, if I thought a shoulder injury might keep you down, I was wrong. I'm so glad you have taken to the spoken poetry idea.This poem is another new one for me, and is filled with the hard-bitten helplessness of one in love with another who will never appreciate what they have. I loved the contrasting images in your description of the object of affection:Since the perfection of your lips,The touch of your teeth,It has been rattling off the most enchanting gibberishLike a saint in extremityBackwards and in French.
The last two lines slay me, Shay.So, it's your shoulder injury that's forcing you to read these poems? Are they "old" ones?Sadly, I hope your pain continues for a while...this is a new dimension (the poetic readings, I mean) of Shay, and I'm lovin' it.
Wow, you have a beautiful, sexy voice. :-) xo
Very cool and a new one to me--love the metaphor, so effortlessly strewn on the rose petals of the snark and stilettos, like an apple core that someone ate so completely all you see is the skeletal pod of seeds.
La de da! Love that, FB. :) And how fun to hear your voice!
Loved hearing your voice! The last lines of this killed me. Ouch.
I loved hearing you read your poems - it brings a whole other depth to it all. Just wonderful - I left more praise at the original poem site, you're too much Shay-de-Lady
Listened to this one third... there is the sass!
This was already a poem that I particularly liked, and I loved hearing you read it.
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