tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post6885836517882229665..comments2024-03-28T08:35:27.826-04:00Comments on Shay's Word Garden (Poetry & Such Like): NiceFireblossomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07040525704916368792noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-87062916430236340532015-03-30T15:53:07.919-04:002015-03-30T15:53:07.919-04:00That one will stay with me for a bit.That one will stay with me for a bit.Lynnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13984802196897920610noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-66474420585210536632015-03-29T18:53:29.090-04:002015-03-29T18:53:29.090-04:00This is really brilliant stuff, Shay. Amazing.This is really brilliant stuff, Shay. Amazing.Maude Lynnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03669688074743095866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-58377219127353053802015-03-29T18:33:33.547-04:002015-03-29T18:33:33.547-04:00Well, nice can be boring, ha. I so get it...and y...Well, nice can be boring, ha. I so get it...and your opening couplet just nails it. Something about making "ghosts on fire that no one could love" makes me sad. You come up with the most unique and fantastic imagery.Jennifer Wagnerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04344877737695801883noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-82355505687537401522015-03-29T13:03:31.800-04:002015-03-29T13:03:31.800-04:00The ultimate bad trip, into the scarred self, wher...The ultimate bad trip, into the scarred self, where those things live that will tear us and everyone close enough to bloody bits. The language is indeed full of 'spells and magicks,' the last stanza is hard and bright as a prisming crystal, and the hurt it splits into fragments of light is our own. Brilliant.hedgewitchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13090696134322515899noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-66028882086630275632015-03-29T09:18:44.986-04:002015-03-29T09:18:44.986-04:00This is the one. The best one. So deeply moving, S...This is the one. The best one. So deeply moving, Shay.✿https://www.blogger.com/profile/01044032159371976375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-18854370509288249342015-03-29T00:50:58.238-04:002015-03-29T00:50:58.238-04:00This takes self-knowledge to a whole new level. Yo...This takes self-knowledge to a whole new level. You have both defiance and longing knotted together in these lines - very effective. And the final stanza says it all for me.Kerry O'Connorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00720862912375945249noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-44831060334893433352015-03-29T00:09:58.273-04:002015-03-29T00:09:58.273-04:00Oops, it posted twice which is what happens when o...Oops, it posted twice which is what happens when one is typing one-handed and eating a Skinny Cow at the same time. And I WISH I was a skinny cow. Sadly, I am not, LOL.Sherry Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10769154286598233146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-43187606308979122442015-03-29T00:07:20.054-04:002015-03-29T00:07:20.054-04:00This comment has been removed by the author.Sherry Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10769154286598233146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-8332588341818201332015-03-29T00:07:10.385-04:002015-03-29T00:07:10.385-04:00i loved the opening line......and like the image o...i loved the opening line......and like the image of the inner dragon....was saddened by the heart full of broken glass (I have one, too.) Was amazed by the bad-tempered sun. Resonate with not being able to find enough whole souls, and wanting love so badly. In short, I totally love and resonate with this poem, my friend. And no one writes like you.Sherry Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10769154286598233146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-3330800921343324652015-03-28T23:18:21.815-04:002015-03-28T23:18:21.815-04:00Hey Shay-- very effective metaphor and imagery, wi...Hey Shay-- very effective metaphor and imagery, with your bittersweet irony, humor, candor. My novel is called Nice. It is a good title for this poem, which is very sympathetic. Ghosts on fire is a very intense image. Thanks. K. Outlawyerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15698845661756444061noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-83737162593845947152015-03-28T23:10:30.015-04:002015-03-28T23:10:30.015-04:00Maybe a breath mint?
Sorry, I can't resist g...Maybe a breath mint? <br />Sorry, I can't resist going for the laugh sometimes. This is brilliant thought. Sharp and sad and frightening. Like I think we must all be inside. Other Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09189646933597252108noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-4361100529659713812015-03-28T21:46:29.559-04:002015-03-28T21:46:29.559-04:00I feel I should cast a spell for protection and go...I feel I should cast a spell for protection and good on those inner journeys when we go to face ourselves--or at least what has taken possession of us. To give birth to a bad-tempered sun? that's sort of cute ... but loneliness is something else. I wanted to laugh at the story but in the end found it too sad.Susanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05723639294340760325noreply@blogger.com