tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post2774393105896547049..comments2024-03-28T09:11:04.513-04:00Comments on Shay's Word Garden (Poetry & Such Like): When There Were No ConnectionsFireblossomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07040525704916368792noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-2130068586689157982019-08-28T22:04:16.691-04:002019-08-28T22:04:16.691-04:00Excellent. I love the tone of this poem.Excellent. I love the tone of this poem.Jennifer Wagnerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04344877737695801883noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-78338980217950008072019-08-28T12:06:21.835-04:002019-08-28T12:06:21.835-04:00Just mind-blowingly good, Shay. That second stanza...Just mind-blowingly good, Shay. That second stanza is like a taser. I don't think I've ever heard alienation expressed with such emotional soundness. You continue to just get better and better.hedgewitchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13090696134322515899noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-71718882294576742262019-08-27T10:01:13.774-04:002019-08-27T10:01:13.774-04:00This poem is SO awesome.
Especially this section:...This poem is SO awesome.<br /><br />Especially this section:<br /><br />"the white smear erasure of our minds made us birds in an atmosphere of anvils.<br /><br />Survival left rippling cracks in the plate glass<br />of our temporal back-beat;<br />People mistook us for Dada"✿https://www.blogger.com/profile/01044032159371976375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-78113924396773802052019-08-26T01:51:55.530-04:002019-08-26T01:51:55.530-04:00:but we were just a wedge in a bar of a song in ou...:but we were just a wedge in a bar of a song in our heads" Love that line..There are so many people I know that the only connection we have is music.Susie Clevengerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09239990133754328967noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-2653537256507334862019-08-25T20:43:12.248-04:002019-08-25T20:43:12.248-04:00"white smear erasure of our minds" - Lov..."white smear erasure of our minds" - Love that!purplepeninportland.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07842681508730093858noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-37645952313001162202019-08-25T13:00:54.515-04:002019-08-25T13:00:54.515-04:00Even with gravity's booths we still have to tr...Even with gravity's booths we still have to try reaching the sky.brudberghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12563403553536472377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-798416498487496582019-08-25T10:22:25.426-04:002019-08-25T10:22:25.426-04:00the white smear erasure of our minds...
This conc...the white smear erasure of our minds...<br /><br />This concept really hits home for me. Seems like an epidemic these days, a kind of willing erasure of intellect. I wonderful response to the challenge, Shay.Kerry O'Connorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00720862912375945249noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-70703139570365647572019-08-24T20:21:10.142-04:002019-08-24T20:21:10.142-04:00The lines Kenia quotes are the ones that caught me...The lines Kenia quotes are the ones that caught me, too. Amazing write, Shay. As always.Sherry Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01926508656571639801noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-74226021393878566742019-08-24T16:38:11.420-04:002019-08-24T16:38:11.420-04:00^^^Yes! I'm so glad you played the song as you...^^^Yes! I'm so glad you played the song as you read, because I conceived it as I believed you intended, as an integration of both.Fireblossomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07040525704916368792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-63840528579185522412019-08-24T16:35:24.796-04:002019-08-24T16:35:24.796-04:00To be a bird in an atmosphere of anvils, yes, this...To be a bird in an atmosphere of anvils, yes, this is uplifting. I read this poem again and again, playing the song, what a magical feeling of freedom, of belonging among the clouds. Never too late to play. I must confess I had been waiting for your name to show in the list. I am so glad it did! Kenia Santoshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12893148474912410033noreply@blogger.com