tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post1396220671882088741..comments2024-03-29T03:09:23.361-04:00Comments on Shay's Word Garden (Poetry & Such Like): Lost BirdsFireblossomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07040525704916368792noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-10543448714487328782015-11-25T19:14:55.223-05:002015-11-25T19:14:55.223-05:00Exquisite and heart-breaking. Loved this, la la Mo...Exquisite and heart-breaking. Loved this, la la Mosk - ps Happy ThanksgivingBuddah Moskowitzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06839068145732552328noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-61794098669336287092015-11-25T16:13:40.943-05:002015-11-25T16:13:40.943-05:00This is heartbreaking, but so beautiful. This is heartbreaking, but so beautiful. Susie Clevengerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09239990133754328967noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-76589759785422867872015-11-25T10:39:25.618-05:002015-11-25T10:39:25.618-05:00The fragility, the close examination, the near-rhy...The fragility, the close examination, the near-rhyme, the dose of Amy Winehouse...<br /><br />Thanks for being Shay. (And by the way, with lots of other folks putting out their memoirs... Have you ever considered doing it?)Sioux Roslawskihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17924021828536277618noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-64621010306041815202015-11-25T08:19:10.228-05:002015-11-25T08:19:10.228-05:00Your repetition really brings home the meaning in ...Your repetition really brings home the meaning in your poem!Carol Campbellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09366366047409134966noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-20317092938855595892015-11-25T06:55:28.151-05:002015-11-25T06:55:28.151-05:00So pretty, reads like a song to the calico's m...So pretty, reads like a song to the calico's mouth. Really wonderful, Shay.Marianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04030161532713347225noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-77915243198703574972015-11-25T01:12:24.399-05:002015-11-25T01:12:24.399-05:00I would have liked to have heard Amy sing your son...I would have liked to have heard Amy sing your song.<br />Amy was my hero, a modern female James Dean, Rebel.<br />..Jimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02982249173214655060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-80079922261733011342015-11-24T15:26:08.956-05:002015-11-24T15:26:08.956-05:00WOW!!!! One of my favourites yet, and that is sayi...WOW!!!! One of my favourites yet, and that is saying something. I love the rhythm of it, the rhyme, the lost bird's song - and that wonderful line about losing sky, Heaven and everything. What a gorgeous poem this is.Sherry Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10769154286598233146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-3002830461307748752015-11-24T14:44:09.090-05:002015-11-24T14:44:09.090-05:00Powerfully imaginative, holding.Powerfully imaginative, holding.Berownehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09524661173663604641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-42109746271441012282015-11-24T14:31:45.820-05:002015-11-24T14:31:45.820-05:00lost but not despairing, there is a kind of natura...lost but not despairing, there is a kind of natural destiny to this poem, no metaphor for hope but rather a statement of how somethings are created<br /><br />have a nice Tuesday<br /><br />much love...Gillena Coxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09191865405561549074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-19233620113533358312015-11-24T10:25:54.644-05:002015-11-24T10:25:54.644-05:00Whoa.
Just...I can't even...
Gorgeous, super...Whoa.<br /><br />Just...I can't even...<br /><br />Gorgeous, superlative work, Shay.<br /><br /><br />Jennifer Wagnerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04344877737695801883noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-40378114809428068682015-11-24T10:14:38.587-05:002015-11-24T10:14:38.587-05:00So much steel beneath the softness. The repetitio...So much steel beneath the softness. The repetition is hypnotic.Maude Lynnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03669688074743095866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-82333776480106122762015-11-24T09:44:39.485-05:002015-11-24T09:44:39.485-05:00I love your bird poetry, and I have to say that I ...I love your bird poetry, and I have to say that I think this is your very best, or at least my new favourite. It is everything a poem should be - a song of the heart, mind and soul.Kerry O'Connorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00720862912375945249noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-11392040115977523352015-11-24T08:10:40.844-05:002015-11-24T08:10:40.844-05:00Deep and irretrievable sadness here, the empty cup...Deep and irretrievable sadness here, the empty cup, the hope that is shattered like ice on a pond as you go down to drown. No one captures a mood like you do, Shay--every line of this, with its soft sad rhymes and fluttering cadence, tears at the heart.hedgewitchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13090696134322515899noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-58796919845625216772015-11-24T07:14:13.774-05:002015-11-24T07:14:13.774-05:00I had started to think about Amy Winehouse when re...I had started to think about Amy Winehouse when reading about lost birds... and then you have that video... very apt.brudberghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12563403553536472377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-37198652164792079172015-11-24T07:11:50.775-05:002015-11-24T07:11:50.775-05:00Eloquently Melancholy ....right on ! Eloquently Melancholy ....right on ! Kutamunhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07613071521482672789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-82497834927317498022015-11-24T01:17:21.829-05:002015-11-24T01:17:21.829-05:00Woah! Woah! Cloudiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05853753108637831069noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-1930911912605886162015-11-23T23:49:43.148-05:002015-11-23T23:49:43.148-05:00Indeed haunting...well doneIndeed haunting...well doneWaynehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14873809564739628512noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-77454266931280955312015-11-23T22:56:17.213-05:002015-11-23T22:56:17.213-05:00haunting and beautiful.haunting and beautiful.TexWisGirlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13641962051044162710noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-76155740807261453872015-11-23T22:10:49.209-05:002015-11-23T22:10:49.209-05:00This is gorgeous, especially this section from the...This is gorgeous, especially this section from the opening, "Lost birds, soft as smoke ... come straight to your hand," and the last two lines of the poem.<br /><br />The fourth and fifth stanzas are very interesting, engaging, and layered as well. I also appreciate the sensual undertones running throughout.<br /><br />I think everyone feels like a "lost bird" who's lost "everything," from time to time. But feeling like you've lost Heaven would be a heavy sorrow to bear. I wonder if it's a true Heaven she's lost, or a perceived Heaven (on earth; love, perhaps). Lost/broken "ladies" do tend to land on any open hand promising safety and/or nourishment, often only to end up with a broken wing or neck when they hand (or jaw) closes around them. They should never forget their God-given ability to peck; only in hurting the hand that holds them will the lost birds escape unscathed.✿https://www.blogger.com/profile/01044032159371976375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-64079436515497995812015-11-23T20:23:18.772-05:002015-11-23T20:23:18.772-05:00What a song to put with this poem! And the birds ...What a song to put with this poem! And the birds innocently enter the jaws of death. Sneaky calico! The repetitions here lead me to the chasm, right after soft and gentle and beautiful. I feel the parallel of poem to life and wish it wasn't so.Susanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05723639294340760325noreply@blogger.com