tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post5469427972834789253..comments2024-03-28T17:44:41.989-04:00Comments on Shay's Word Garden (Poetry & Such Like): Another Owl And PussycatFireblossomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07040525704916368792noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-16363726732619290422013-08-09T11:56:20.912-04:002013-08-09T11:56:20.912-04:00I love this challenge and am trying to get organiz...I love this challenge and am trying to get organized after my vacation and back to writing poetry. (Left three "boys" at home and they did an ok job. But, not up to my standards) Margarethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00007201357693227614noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-7923914530514913752013-08-03T21:42:22.529-04:002013-08-03T21:42:22.529-04:00When I was 13, I would sneak out of the house with...When I was 13, I would sneak out of the house with a friend and we'd both dance by the light of the moon. We wore caftans (they were quite in style then, for evening entertaining, but the only ones we entertained were ourselves...Sioux Roslawskihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17924021828536277618noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-876889516493082712013-08-03T19:14:51.278-04:002013-08-03T19:14:51.278-04:00I love it, kiddo....the moon, the moon, the moon.....I love it, kiddo....the moon, the moon, the moon......Sherry Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10769154286598233146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-77871017251599979392013-08-03T14:48:17.659-04:002013-08-03T14:48:17.659-04:00I love it, Shay. I remember being little, and want...I love it, Shay. I remember being little, and wanting to dance by the light of the moon...it sounded so wonder-full, as your poetry is wonder-full.<br />KKay L. Davieshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09966266404058177742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-870175671617009692013-08-03T12:57:11.769-04:002013-08-03T12:57:11.769-04:00I still love reading that poem! You captured the m...I still love reading that poem! You captured the magic perfectly!Lolamousehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12508347229501155001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-84318679671557590862013-08-03T12:08:39.711-04:002013-08-03T12:08:39.711-04:00This really is delightful, Shay.This really is delightful, Shay.Maude Lynnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03669688074743095866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-25357097168870244772013-08-03T10:37:29.484-04:002013-08-03T10:37:29.484-04:00You are kick@ss. Every time I come here I leave sm...You are kick@ss. Every time I come here I leave smiling.LaTonya Baldwinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17837979981517423142noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-76934525107054367592013-08-03T10:35:29.036-04:002013-08-03T10:35:29.036-04:00awww. sweet and sad, too.awww. sweet and sad, too.TexWisGirlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13641962051044162710noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-92096239239819565192013-08-03T10:31:01.507-04:002013-08-03T10:31:01.507-04:00Why is it I always feel like dancing by the light ...Why is it I always feel like dancing by the light of the moon when reading your poetry? Also agree with Hannah re the process notes ... big smiles here. <br /><br />Now, wonder what I might be today?Helenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16619199535376925989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-27674341941533609472013-08-03T10:11:24.204-04:002013-08-03T10:11:24.204-04:00You definitely imbue Owl and Kitty with all the sy...You definitely imbue Owl and Kitty with all the symbology their regal frames can hold, and they strut through this poem showing it off with glee. And under that, of course, a very tender love poem as only you can write. Difficult to make Lear's wry wit so non-Britishly emotive, but it all works. hedgewitchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13090696134322515899noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-10045374229063149222013-08-03T08:26:55.576-04:002013-08-03T08:26:55.576-04:00just Bast without "the"...the was becaus...just Bast without "the"...the was because I was going to say the cat...any way.Hannahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10124956200834969600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-58893744781926184192013-08-03T08:25:45.930-04:002013-08-03T08:25:45.930-04:00Love the heck out of your process note. In your po...Love the heck out of your process note. In your poem I love the image of the Bast sleeping in the silver ring...lunatic dreams. Excellent...but you knew that! ;)Hannahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10124956200834969600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-86215785314763051152013-08-03T08:04:32.931-04:002013-08-03T08:04:32.931-04:00What a delightful combo! Bast and Athena's owl...What a delightful combo! Bast and Athena's owl, and a little spilled sunlight. Purrfect! Woohoo!Kerry O'Connorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00720862912375945249noreply@blogger.com