tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post6157243481463377858..comments2024-03-28T21:52:15.546-04:00Comments on Shay's Word Garden (Poetry & Such Like): Liar BirdFireblossomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07040525704916368792noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-80078398462844999052012-06-27T23:06:06.802-04:002012-06-27T23:06:06.802-04:00We can chatter,
And flit across the surface like j...We can chatter,<br />And flit across the surface like jesus bugs.<br /><br />What an image. Just loved that. Not sure I understand the whole thing, but I know it reads beautifully outloud. I fear that I read a death by drowning of a child here, and the mother must go on and live life ... go on everyday as if everything was "normal"... drink tea, visit, chit chat, stroll gardens... as if a part of her isn't dead...<br /><br />A funny thing about this photograph... I ran down to the dock and hurriedly balanced my camera on the railing to get the best focus. I was afraid the swan would fly away or swim out of the "perfect" position. It turned around slightly and I held my breath hoping it would face my way again. It did! Snap, snap, a few more shots. And then, off it turned again, and I thought "it will surely fly away now". But now it turned back towards me. ... I noticed it really wasn't drifting anywhere - just staying in place...<br /><br />I then realized it was a decoy - attached somehow to a cable or something. Ha! But it does make a great photo! :)Margarethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00007201357693227614noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-80997885717504592702012-06-26T04:50:33.620-04:002012-06-26T04:50:33.620-04:00i'll never look at swans the same again!
damn...i'll never look at swans the same again!<br /><br />damn, girl! powerful, evocative, sinister, sorrowful! definitely one of your best!<br /><br />♥my heart's love songshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13629303520695044479noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-24462749352169743852012-06-25T12:16:49.354-04:002012-06-25T12:16:49.354-04:00The artist I feel this most resembles is David Lyn...The artist I feel this most resembles is David Lynch's work. That's a compliment. There is much secret and sordid far beneath the surface here, and it ain't at all pretty. Like ink out of a pen, indeed. This was sad and sinister, great job, MoskBuddah Moskowitzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06839068145732552328noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-24792212162374282962012-06-25T00:37:56.431-04:002012-06-25T00:37:56.431-04:00This poem is a reflection of the deep, dark, sleep...This poem is a reflection of the deep, dark, sleepy ominous looking water and the forest beyond ... I'm glad you chose this photograph. It suits you.Helenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16619199535376925989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-47857977463716967192012-06-24T21:45:29.001-04:002012-06-24T21:45:29.001-04:00"It seems peaceful enough." What a power..."It seems peaceful enough." What a powerful line, in light of the rest of the poem. <br /><br />This is such a dark, gorgeous poem, Shay. (I tried to post a comment earlier, but all I got was a little white hand, a yellow starbursty-like thing and a clicking noise...over and over and over. Damn you, Blogger!)Sioux Roslawskihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17924021828536277618noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-91671216973733497352012-06-24T21:32:44.468-04:002012-06-24T21:32:44.468-04:00Swans are the two-faced jackasses of the avian com...Swans are the two-faced jackasses of the avian community. Not only will they attack you unprovoked, but one of 'em still owes me $20.HermanTurniphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15448138758753193112noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-81974977631823446842012-06-24T19:33:09.568-04:002012-06-24T19:33:09.568-04:00Wow, Shay!! There's SO much going on here and ...Wow, Shay!! There's SO much going on here and the layers are impenetrable. I'm just surfacing on the inner-meaning held within this dark reflection!Hannahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10124956200834969600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-34271586879163241722012-06-24T16:45:14.228-04:002012-06-24T16:45:14.228-04:00I agree this is one of your best. Such colors and ...I agree this is one of your best. Such colors and agony in it...bravoSusie Clevengerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09239990133754328967noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-38009952560874668442012-06-24T13:22:04.866-04:002012-06-24T13:22:04.866-04:00I don't know if you've written a poem I li...I don't know if you've written a poem I like more that this... think I'll just leave it at that.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-14101074061904435592012-06-24T12:21:58.804-04:002012-06-24T12:21:58.804-04:00This IS one of your best! Loved "you know the...This IS one of your best! Loved "you know the trouble I've had with swans"....the tension in this just builds and builds. Love motherhood likened to scratching one's heart on a page one can never retrieve. Whoa! And your last two lines? quite possibly the best two lines ever written.Sherry Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10769154286598233146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-91035756555696385222012-06-24T11:26:56.968-04:002012-06-24T11:26:56.968-04:00Damn, girl. This is breathtaking and one of your ...Damn, girl. This is breathtaking and one of your best.Maude Lynnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03669688074743095866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-89839293200328901742012-06-24T07:52:09.550-04:002012-06-24T07:52:09.550-04:00I like the sinister and malarial undercurrents und...I like the sinister and malarial undercurrents under the serene swanny waters. Great contrast of emotions specially with the last stanza ~ <br /><br />Happy Sunday to you ~Scarlethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03330793338813508704noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-8313608313652336642012-06-24T07:46:20.981-04:002012-06-24T07:46:20.981-04:00Wow - the ending!Wow - the ending!Lynnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13984802196897920610noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-62538892741157946812012-06-24T04:30:06.044-04:002012-06-24T04:30:06.044-04:00"But let's walk down by the pond just the..."But let's walk down by the pond just the same.<br />You can ask me if I'm cold,<br />While winding yourself nervously in a cardigan.<br />We can chatter,<br />And flit across the surface like jesus bugs."<br /><br />O! O! This is the awe full ironic place to "rest" in this poem as you rake your tear-spiked eye lashes over this still seeming peace. <br /><br />You use your words brilliantly. I am turned inside out and will suspect the uses of beauty for quite some time.Susanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05723639294340760325noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-36131104836425725922012-06-24T02:32:31.454-04:002012-06-24T02:32:31.454-04:00Oof! Reading this is like having one's soul go...Oof! Reading this is like having one's soul gouged out with a blunt spoon... what aching observations about life, and allowing it to just go on, on, smiling on the surface and hiding all that dark pain underneath.Kerry O'Connorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00720862912375945249noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-39515221985598375022012-06-24T00:34:27.893-04:002012-06-24T00:34:27.893-04:00see, again, your opening gambit fascinates me like...see, again, your opening gambit fascinates me like a bright shiny bauble. . . . to distraction. . . there's MORE?<br /><br /><br /><br /> Aloha from Honolulu,<br /><a href="http://comfortspiral.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow">Comfort Spiral</a><br /> > < } } ( ° ><br /><br /> > < } } (°>Cloudiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05853753108637831069noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-44465301890469036832012-06-23T21:30:00.479-04:002012-06-23T21:30:00.479-04:00Oops--meant the fourth stanza, about the mother th...Oops--meant the fourth stanza, about the mother thing. The third is also creepy good, but not the one I meant to reference.hedgewitchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13090696134322515899noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-85510907751424329732012-06-23T21:28:15.047-04:002012-06-23T21:28:15.047-04:00Scathing and complex, musical, damning and damned-...Scathing and complex, musical, damning and damned--the adjectives could roll on for quite awhile with this one. Swans always seem sinister when you evoke them, Shay, never more so than here. The third stanza is perhaps one of the truest I've ever read, and the final two are a combination punch to the heart. I almost wish this wasn't so good, because I know the pain it took to create it.hedgewitchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13090696134322515899noreply@blogger.com