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Saturday, December 19, 2020

Greening The Jade


There are wheels on cobblestones
outside the windows of her words.
There is a sailor's parrot on a velvet swing
and strands of colored beads in the doorway to her room.

There is never any summer, no noon to white the wall
and so she'll understand if what you told her wasn't real.
A Persian's ears are there to warm her hands
indifferent to the wheeling way she feels.

San Francisco gray as gulls' wings in the morning
or Barcelona in the lazy afternoon
are in the jeweled clip that holds her careless hair back
to ease her eyes to catch the moon.

Don't say you're sorry, don't sing softly in her stairwell
where the echoes' angels fade.
She always knew that open windows let the rain in
to blue her dreams and green the jade. 
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20 comments:

  1. "She always knew that open windows let the rain in" What I said to myself reading that was, "Jeez, that's good." It is. Really, really good. A line to remember.

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  2. San Francisco gray as gulls' wings in the morning.....so good. Those closing lines wrapped this fabulous poem up with a bow! Loved it.

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  3. You've painted this in loving detail, each image a facet of the tale of who we are when we are most alone, or most ourselves, after the 'echoes' angels fade' snd the footsteps are gone down another hall. I love the recurring window motuf, the parrot on a swing, the place names 'grey as gulls' wings,' in the clip that holds the hair back to see the moon, but the entire last stanza is just a wave of beauty illuminated by pain, like a flame burning in a stained glass votive. There is music here that haunts. Fine writing, Shay.

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    1. Ugh. 'Motif' not 'motuf.' I blame my phone and its possessed keypad.

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  4. "outside the windows of her words."
    Luv this poem image

    Happy Sunday. Thanks for dropping by to read mine

    Much💜love

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  5. These lines are ones to sit with and watch the moods play over them. Amazing.

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  6. From "wheels on cobblestones" to "green the jade" I was enchanted by your wordmastery. You paint such beautiful word pictures!! Bravo

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  7. Another beauty of a poem, the attention to detail sets the mood and makes the reader ponder
    and feel. "she always knew" , the reference of rain is symbolic and a perfect way to close the poem.

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  8. A 'must include' gem in the next book of Shay Poetry! Every line, perfection. I am inspired to write a "blues-ing the sapphire" poem. Well, maybe not.

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  9. She always knew that open windows let the rain in
    to blue her dreams and green the jade.

    A fitting close Shay and great word craft throughout your lines. It is a wonderful read when written with lots of details .

    Hank

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  10. This: "Don't say you're sorry, don't sing softly in her stairwell" And this: "She always knew that open windows let the rain in" these lines bring us into to the world and hold us there for just a moment.

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  11. Shay--This paints such a picture and such a mood.
    "a sailor's parrot on a velvet swing... a Persian's ears are there to warm her hands... San Francisco gray... her careless hair... "

    and the last two beyond-gorgeous lines.

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  12. "strands of colored beads in the doorway to her room." A lady of my liking.
    I have "strands of colored beads " hanging from my Mustang rear view mirror. They are left from Mardi Gras.
    Thanks for the prompt picture and the writeup of Laura Nyro. Her "Stoned Soul Picnic" was my favorite, sung by the 5th Dimension but several of her others were also very fine with me.
    ..

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  13. "There are wheels on cobblestones outside the windows of her words" Goodness, you drew my in with your very first words. Love the moods, the storytelling, and you ended it perfectly.

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  14. Those last lines are stellar! Great writing, Shay.

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  15. This is spectacular Shay. Your heart tight there, inked out in love and deep emotion. This is so absolutely captivating that I shed a tear. All this evening and here into the night I have been listening to Laura and drifting back to those days. She was so special, and so fucking talented — she just explodes liked fireworks when she sings... and what a poet! Wow! She left much too soon. Oooh oooh child...

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  16. This is spectacular Shay. Your heart tight there, inked out in love and deep emotion. This is so absolutely captivating that I shed a tear. All this evening and here into the night I have been listening to Laura and drifting back to those days. She was so special, and so fucking talented — she just explodes liked fireworks when she sings... and what a poet! Wow! She left much too soon. Oooh oooh child...

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  17. I am trying to leave this gush over your “Greening The Jade” tonight — but your site just isn’t having it. I’ll try once more because this piece deserves praise. Your piece is spectacular Shay. Your heart right there, inked out in love and deep emotion. It is so absolutely captivating that I shed a sweet tear. All this evening and here into the night I have been listening to Laura and drifting back to those days. She was so special, and so damned talented — she just explodes like fireworks when she sings... and what a poet! Wow! She left much too soon. Oooh oooh child...

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  18. I was trying to leave this gush over your “Greening The Jade” tonight — but your site just wasn’t having it. Your piece is spectacular Shay. Your heart right there, inked out in love and deep emotion. It is so absolutely captivating that I shed a sweet tear. All this evening and here into the night I have been listening to Laura and drifting back to those days. She was so special, and so damned talented — she just explodes liked fireworks when she sings... and what a poet! Wow! She left much too soon. Oooh oooh child...

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