tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post500553013010477957..comments2024-03-29T03:09:23.361-04:00Comments on Shay's Word Garden (Poetry & Such Like): Letter To MyselfFireblossomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07040525704916368792noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-22316585284593468212018-01-29T19:44:20.272-05:002018-01-29T19:44:20.272-05:00anything I say can and will be used against me--
...anything I say can and will be used against me--<br /><br />I will sneak these words<br />to myself in a paper cup<br /><br />I will vent them in fantastic concussion--<br /><br /><br />absolute sheer brilliance .... and most often, I simply don't comment, because I'm too busy digesting and enjoying the raw power and incredible crafting that pours from your spirit and soul - a blood letting from the pores .... and I enjoy walking this dangerous edge and line .... cheers! WildChild47https://www.blogger.com/profile/05903357601592060653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-39784674732901575422018-01-28T09:16:03.197-05:002018-01-28T09:16:03.197-05:00"for no one" I think we feel diminishmen..."for no one" I think we feel diminishment of somethings as we age. Fortunately other less expressible things seem to lead on. . . Cloudiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05853753108637831069noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-18782547409460600202018-01-28T09:06:49.949-05:002018-01-28T09:06:49.949-05:00Haunting.Haunting.Lynnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13984802196897920610noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-86219959683239619062018-01-28T06:39:00.922-05:002018-01-28T06:39:00.922-05:00The howling solitude of this (and the solidarity w...The howling solitude of this (and the solidarity we feel it) says that epitaphs are for writers no one with the time reads. But whatelsearewegonnado? Write songs?Brendanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03983584155125369291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-55997673075299388802018-01-28T04:20:17.444-05:002018-01-28T04:20:17.444-05:00We all need that timecapsule... wish I had somethi...We all need that timecapsule... wish I had something of my childish self... I will save them, and share them... this is why you are a poet.brudberghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12563403553536472377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-8938828199877732692018-01-28T01:43:33.322-05:002018-01-28T01:43:33.322-05:00"This is my letter to the world
That never wr..."This is my letter to the world<br />That never wrote to me..."<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />Shay, in speaking your words, and sharing them with the world, you remind this reader that she is not alone in thought and deed... So close have I come to tearing my own throat out with my fingers and painting roses... Kerry O'Connorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00720862912375945249noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-10650829898504767742018-01-28T01:32:13.724-05:002018-01-28T01:32:13.724-05:00don't i know it...everybody's a cop. i hat...don't i know it...everybody's a cop. i hate cops. though i do have a thing for uniforms:) And i do have a thing for your poems Shay.Angiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11413074557542736813noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-59092222683135056842018-01-28T00:09:50.704-05:002018-01-28T00:09:50.704-05:00... and leaves me reeling.... and leaves me reeling.Rosemary Nissen-Wadehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05913841031559499568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-69275405004070082332018-01-27T22:38:12.096-05:002018-01-27T22:38:12.096-05:00Woman!
Know that I read this once. Read it a sec...Woman! <br /><br />Know that I read this once. Read it a second time. Then, I shouted the second stanza and ran around the room (I do this often--the running around after reading something powerful--so my Piano Man just raised an eyebrow and continued practicing for the show he's playing). It's the the wrapping a heart in words that got me all fired up. I know that feeling. And the energy that comes with it. And I like it. A lot.Magaly Guerrerohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18295455026184103230noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-73688832253227735642018-01-27T19:48:09.490-05:002018-01-27T19:48:09.490-05:00This passion for words is screaming, howling and r...This passion for words is screaming, howling and raw. Rommyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11810721515248103148noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-80503647662601233032018-01-27T19:30:45.707-05:002018-01-27T19:30:45.707-05:00I read this so slowly, in an English accent, aloud...I read this so slowly, in an English accent, aloud --- tasting every word as if it were an exotic chocolate. I am so emotionally open today, so this, my favorite of your poems, couldn't have been presented in a more timely or effective way.✿https://www.blogger.com/profile/01044032159371976375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-46990972853626643272018-01-27T19:07:45.566-05:002018-01-27T19:07:45.566-05:00Gah! I felt this one down to my toes. I have read ...Gah! I felt this one down to my toes. I have read the depth of love in your poems, and i can totally feel - and relate to - all the giving and writing and being.....and the tearing at the throat so full of words - "for no one". But you have us, kiddo, and to us your words are golden, no one writes like you. This one about knocked me out of my chair. Sherry Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10769154286598233146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-30219924187386279002018-01-27T18:15:41.981-05:002018-01-27T18:15:41.981-05:00Wow! This is packed with emotion.Wow! This is packed with emotion.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com