tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post269316776869641828..comments2024-03-28T21:52:15.546-04:00Comments on Shay's Word Garden (Poetry & Such Like): Internal InjuriesFireblossomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07040525704916368792noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-30374506907627850012018-02-26T17:02:35.414-05:002018-02-26T17:02:35.414-05:00I was born in 1965... There are certain years for ...I was born in 1965... There are certain years for all of us that we will never be able to shut out. People who have died and for better or worse - their voices still echo in my head - especially the negative voice of one particular person - I thought, I guess, it would leave me liberated - free - but ... No, not in those quiet moments when I reflect - those same feelings are there... The beginning of this poem is so specific - it's as if I can just step right into the scene. "Telling me what they've always told me" - Can we stop hearing it now? Good question.Margarethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00007201357693227614noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-4662188526046103362018-02-24T10:48:20.384-05:002018-02-24T10:48:20.384-05:00I am so glad time didnt stop that year.....yoiks. ...I am so glad time didnt stop that year.....yoiks. The internal messages we received as children can be haunting. I felt this poem - the elms rustling, the Beatles card.......and the stop/dont stop. Nobody writes like you.Sherry Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10769154286598233146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-51245362304386171532018-02-23T15:31:17.314-05:002018-02-23T15:31:17.314-05:00Time might move on, but some moments never leave.....Time might move on, but some moments never leave... the most hurtful ones the most. 1965 is a year I have very few years from... brudberghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12563403553536472377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-33060942522029561922018-02-23T15:02:34.861-05:002018-02-23T15:02:34.861-05:00Trapped in a time warp....you captured the time we...Trapped in a time warp....you captured the time well. Vivian Zemshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09588008375525403964noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-4192087126826060782018-02-23T10:49:11.667-05:002018-02-23T10:49:11.667-05:00This is transporting, Shay.. the ever-present elms...This is transporting, Shay.. the ever-present elms suggesting the flow of time but also the sense that sometimes it stands still. It is all so delicate, even the sudden rush, the realization - a moment never to be forgotten.Kerry O'Connorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00720862912375945249noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-24729501385096952182018-02-23T10:24:13.413-05:002018-02-23T10:24:13.413-05:001965. Vietnam, Watts riots ~ memories come rushing...1965. Vietnam, Watts riots ~ memories come rushing. I will never be able to shut them out.Helenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16619199535376925989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-71880358191094070942018-02-23T09:19:48.018-05:002018-02-23T09:19:48.018-05:00Don't it now!Don't it now!Cloudiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05853753108637831069noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-50800744155264178782018-02-23T08:37:19.400-05:002018-02-23T08:37:19.400-05:00The tight composition and technical skill here are...The tight composition and technical skill here are flawless, but also beautifully subsumed in the living images and message--you hit this one out of the park, Shay.hedgewitchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13090696134322515899noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-33845535218241255142018-02-23T07:31:08.496-05:002018-02-23T07:31:08.496-05:00"Janis"--betrayal, that's what this ..."Janis"--betrayal, that's what this is about. Fireblossomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07040525704916368792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-25775880974682172312018-02-23T05:42:28.267-05:002018-02-23T05:42:28.267-05:00Burning parasol, Tori Amos for a sun and 1965 sing...Burning parasol, Tori Amos for a sun and 1965 singing "I Can't Get No (Satisfaction) on a transistor radio with the dead for batteries. Snap! You bullwhipit so good.Brendanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03983584155125369291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-90880978154608633212018-02-22T22:59:14.642-05:002018-02-22T22:59:14.642-05:00I sort of remember 1965, the Beatles mos def, and ...I sort of remember 1965, the Beatles mos def, and I remember elms before they fell to the dreaded blight. It seems summer lasted forever back then. But being stuck in 1965? I don't know. I think I could do it.tonispencerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04200564195675794747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-71903940975790199752018-02-22T21:28:05.455-05:002018-02-22T21:28:05.455-05:00https://youtube.com/watch?v=hIEjGL-xPDEhttps://youtube.com/watch?v=hIEjGL-xPDE✿https://www.blogger.com/profile/01044032159371976375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-6945412950986432372018-02-22T14:55:35.959-05:002018-02-22T14:55:35.959-05:00I think I would like to relive 1965 but being trap...I think I would like to relive 1965 but being trapped in that year, not growing up and not experiencing anything else would be a nightmare. These lines are so effective:<br />'screen doors and monarch butterflies fragile but immortal'<br />and<br />'This house has been on fire for decades, why panic now?' <br />The repetition at the end of <br />'1965 continues endlessly,<br />elms rustling in the summer breeze' made me shiver.Kim M. Russellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16668459794787447606noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-15380645310885975572018-02-22T14:37:32.189-05:002018-02-22T14:37:32.189-05:00OMG, this is so hot:
"You can stop now
(don&...OMG, this is so hot:<br /><br />"You can stop now<br />(don't stop)<br />you can stop<br />(don't)<br />you<br />(don't)<br />stop.<br /><br />Don't listen. <br />Drop the sound out. <br />Roll with it if you can."<br /><br />So good. So, so good, Shay. Damn, I love this poem. There's nothing better than being mentally stuck in a *really* good year.<br /><br />I was just listening to that song a couple of days ago. Right now, I'm stuck on Sonya Teclai. So yummy. I'm big-time drooling.✿https://www.blogger.com/profile/01044032159371976375noreply@blogger.com