tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post4736914069160138460..comments2024-03-28T05:18:54.680-04:00Comments on Shay's Word Garden (Poetry & Such Like): white birdFireblossomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07040525704916368792noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-24830017103045608102013-11-29T15:25:28.904-05:002013-11-29T15:25:28.904-05:00"my immediate world reduced to ache and feath..."my immediate world reduced to ache and feathers, <br />carbon and snow,"<br /><br />So very, very black and white, Shay, pain without healing. I must admit that I, the eternal optimist, expected healing and found a vengeful torch instead. But so perfect.<br />Luv, K<br /><br />Kay L. Davieshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09966266404058177742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-16142654028316987492013-11-29T13:13:53.742-05:002013-11-29T13:13:53.742-05:00... 'scorching out poems' ~~~ YOU.... 'scorching out poems' ~~~ YOU.Helenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16619199535376925989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-48984946508145390782013-11-29T09:10:53.939-05:002013-11-29T09:10:53.939-05:00Wow, I am blown away...so many great lines. I lov...Wow, I am blown away...so many great lines. I love this:<br /><br />"i grew you a song,<br />carefully,<br />in a coffee can on my window sill.<br />that spring, each white bloom<br />had dove's wings and flew<br />across all of this blue-edged snag-hearted geography we call living."<br /><br />Gorgeous Shay! I am in awe...<br />I hope you and yours had a lovely<br />Thanksgiving! Ellahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06070952447277684613noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-9016076528452358442013-11-29T08:04:37.675-05:002013-11-29T08:04:37.675-05:00That final stanza is such a powerful, life-affirmi...That final stanza is such a powerful, life-affirming incantation... I think all women should shout it out loud until we believe it.Grandmother Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18169464484379536529noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-68776347869696287842013-11-28T20:50:47.675-05:002013-11-28T20:50:47.675-05:00Oh, also...about your poem...
I like that you sta...Oh, also...about your poem...<br /><br />I like that you start off with an auditory sensation and that you feather that same sentiment back in later in your piece. <br /><br />The movement of the dove and the fantastical element of the flower transforming into said dove is magical. <br /><br />This seems like it was really fun for you to write. <br /><br />:)Hannahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10124956200834969600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-40913901109098382682013-11-28T20:02:50.312-05:002013-11-28T20:02:50.312-05:00Happy Thanksgiving to you, too, Fireblossom. :)!Happy Thanksgiving to you, too, Fireblossom. :)!Hannahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10124956200834969600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-33958601574275586852013-11-28T18:31:17.959-05:002013-11-28T18:31:17.959-05:00this is really touching... i want to say it's ...this is really touching... i want to say it's basic. yeah, i'll stick with that, i guess. i truly love this poem, Shay.Marianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04030161532713347225noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-57775037420756124622013-11-28T18:21:13.420-05:002013-11-28T18:21:13.420-05:00Yup yup your poems scorch. The music tops it all o...Yup yup your poems scorch. The music tops it all off nicely.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15220312888756354357noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-11070090313163713842013-11-28T14:59:38.237-05:002013-11-28T14:59:38.237-05:00"scorching out poems like some kind of vengef..."scorching out poems like some kind of vengeful torch"<br /><br />oh yeah. this especially. ~Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-53090829411540750572013-11-28T13:09:39.016-05:002013-11-28T13:09:39.016-05:00One of your best, my friend. "each white bloo...One of your best, my friend. "each white bloom had wings and flew" - and then were all returned. So painful, one aches reading the words. No one writes love and pain as you do.Sherry Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10769154286598233146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-42336714437416102662013-11-28T12:02:51.933-05:002013-11-28T12:02:51.933-05:00ethereal and powerful. ethereal and powerful. TexWisGirlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13641962051044162710noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-51784108522667727942013-11-28T11:16:46.153-05:002013-11-28T11:16:46.153-05:00Every line, every bit of white space (carefully pl...Every line, every bit of white space (carefully placed), is spot-on.<br /><br />And as soon as I saw the title, I knew the perfect song you could pair this with and--voila!--there it was.<br /><br />Have a great day today, Shay. Maybe you could take a day off of writing tomorrow so we could pull our jaws back up and prop them back into place?Sioux Roslawskihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17924021828536277618noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-77147116893828394042013-11-28T11:04:29.526-05:002013-11-28T11:04:29.526-05:00This is one of those poems that you race through, ...This is one of those poems that you race through, like something overwhelmingly delicious, than stop and slow down, because you are missing the true taste, the true excellence of the dish. The illustrations and song make it a seamless package of transformative longing, the desolation that is often absolute truth once we find it, and the final sips of that elixir of freedom that the clarity of a black and white resolution of things so often brings. Your metaphor(of growing your love in a coffee can, of the blooms becoming doves) is another set of matroshkas that you create for us one within the next, flawless, brightly crafted,idiosyncratic and holding so much more than just another doll. One of your very best, Shay, and that is the best there is.hedgewitchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13090696134322515899noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-27168964859019856122013-11-28T10:34:46.311-05:002013-11-28T10:34:46.311-05:00Magnificent, Shay.
What more is there to say? Lov...Magnificent, Shay.<br /><br />What more is there to say? Love poetry may get better than this, but I have yet to read it.<br /><br />In terms of the challenge itself, I love the idea you have had to start in colour and gradually fade to black and white as the mood becomes more sorrowful.<br /><br />On a professional note, I envy you your dove-winged flowers more than I'd like to admit.Kerry O'Connorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00720862912375945249noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-20159984007327535812013-11-28T10:04:00.737-05:002013-11-28T10:04:00.737-05:00I love every word of this.I love every word of this.Maude Lynnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03669688074743095866noreply@blogger.com