tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post1807949409107996189..comments2024-03-28T09:11:04.513-04:00Comments on Shay's Word Garden (Poetry & Such Like): The Forgotten BirdsFireblossomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07040525704916368792noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-16763903173237658242014-05-25T20:09:38.808-04:002014-05-25T20:09:38.808-04:00"text"?"text"?Fireblossomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07040525704916368792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-33481317007167024872014-05-25T08:58:36.693-04:002014-05-25T08:58:36.693-04:00Lovely text.Lovely text.Vanessa Morganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02953359344425030388noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-631378204828806742014-05-24T23:54:31.651-04:002014-05-24T23:54:31.651-04:00A very belated HAPPY BIRTHDAY to one very talented...A very belated HAPPY BIRTHDAY to one very talented writer!!!<br />xo jjJoanna Jenkinshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10836376588710862173noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-72667836033200435752014-05-24T10:42:14.950-04:002014-05-24T10:42:14.950-04:00Shay's rules to live by ....Shay's rules to live by ....Helenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16619199535376925989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-40861871435614521692014-05-24T08:43:26.025-04:002014-05-24T08:43:26.025-04:00What a way to take all the cliches about spring an...What a way to take all the cliches about spring and summer, screw them up into a ball and fling them at your reader. Take that, suckers!<br /><br /><br />Haha! I love this poem, Shay.Kerry O'Connorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00720862912375945249noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-58306854056907040462014-05-24T08:09:16.696-04:002014-05-24T08:09:16.696-04:00Wonderful longing lines. Not so forgettable. K.Wonderful longing lines. Not so forgettable. K.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-72121116220993309922014-05-24T07:53:52.622-04:002014-05-24T07:53:52.622-04:00This one is on fire . . . This one is on fire . . . Kathryn Dychehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17175563748388497142noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-19453782148790176812014-05-23T22:51:59.194-04:002014-05-23T22:51:59.194-04:00Me again. I absolutely had to click on the picture...Me again. I absolutely had to click on the picture of the horse, the girl, and the wheelchair. Wonderful photo.<br />Kay L. Davieshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09966266404058177742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-88192645690743923342014-05-23T22:47:06.450-04:002014-05-23T22:47:06.450-04:00Wow, Shay. You never cease to amaze me.
Luv, KWow, Shay. You never cease to amaze me.<br />Luv, KKay L. Davieshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09966266404058177742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-53619400073228818552014-05-23T21:57:25.548-04:002014-05-23T21:57:25.548-04:00"the sun comes out like a gaudy so-what"..."the sun comes out like a gaudy so-what" That is just one of the many lines I love. So much to forget, but we can't/won't. Great piece Shay!<br />Susie Clevengerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09239990133754328967noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-40235359186709775852014-05-23T19:54:26.609-04:002014-05-23T19:54:26.609-04:00Sorry I am late, dear Shay...happy birthday to you...Sorry I am late, dear Shay...happy birthday to you! Sending you a hug. :)Lindahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12692170857496442623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-6817660248397568832014-05-23T12:22:06.754-04:002014-05-23T12:22:06.754-04:00"this skin-trapped life...." this poem i..."this skin-trapped life...." this poem is an amazement of highly original imagery, as usual. The feelings so palpable they changed my mood. That is powerful writing.Sherry Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10769154286598233146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-48874633089079371222014-05-23T12:19:02.850-04:002014-05-23T12:19:02.850-04:00WOW! This poem bulges with depressed hope, strong...WOW! This poem bulges with depressed hope, strongest at "weed and kitch" just before the window box and bed. Thank you, thank you. Yesterday I cried when the birds' song blended melodies and harmonies and I didn't know why. Susanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05723639294340760325noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-18707749016282913122014-05-23T12:05:53.870-04:002014-05-23T12:05:53.870-04:00I've seen many rutted paths in my life. Thanks...I've seen many rutted paths in my life. Thanks for memories. For men the older you get the more "sir's" you get. When you get older still the begin to pat you. When these things happen you are no longer in the group of "in's$.<br /><br />If you are a lady and they call you sir just tell yourself that it seems the whole world is soon to be needing glasses. Change your looks and types of accessories and that make help too. <br /><br />I'm liking this, Shay. Very clearly your poet is getting up on the wrong side of the bed again. The birds? Right on. All they do is sing and poop on your railings and the walks. I know. <br />..<br />Jimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02982249173214655060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-11802096896557200582014-05-23T11:23:53.383-04:002014-05-23T11:23:53.383-04:00how terribly sad. but i feel it.how terribly sad. but i feel it.TexWisGirlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13641962051044162710noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-74443232983362878242014-05-23T10:24:18.133-04:002014-05-23T10:24:18.133-04:00"..a pollen of blue starvation..." This ..."..a pollen of blue starvation..." This is full of striking lines, Shay.hedgewitchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13090696134322515899noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-7485205105802057202014-05-23T09:33:24.088-04:002014-05-23T09:33:24.088-04:00"Forget that stooge, hope." and yet some..."Forget that stooge, hope." and yet somehow this strikes me as a glimmer of hope. xoMarianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04030161532713347225noreply@blogger.com