tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post7126960660683392631..comments2024-03-28T09:11:04.513-04:00Comments on Shay's Word Garden (Poetry & Such Like): Pictures of Heartbreak, Poems in the Spokes of a WheelFireblossomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07040525704916368792noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-28595004741675040742015-06-21T04:15:29.505-04:002015-06-21T04:15:29.505-04:00ah, but this is why a poet should only fall in lov...ah, but this is why a poet should only fall in love with another poet...<br /><br />this is one of your best, SP! stunning doesn't come close to describing it.<br /><br />♥my heart's love songshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13629303520695044479noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-18977783769501087372015-06-21T02:33:10.696-04:002015-06-21T02:33:10.696-04:00the best real heart poem ever, Shay. thanks for th...the best real heart poem ever, Shay. thanks for the prompt, it's been barren out here... ~grapelinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14929030339206629628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-38922115649824804302015-06-20T06:34:51.584-04:002015-06-20T06:34:51.584-04:00Poetry can't be written anywhere but from the ...Poetry can't be written anywhere but from the heart -- real poetry, at least -- so the medical examination here is done by that mad dreamer, the one whom it is impossible to pretend a benign indifference to the task (like real docs aspire to). So much flows through and out, and the result is not very palatable to a world which does not place truth of the heart high in its orderings. Truths are necessarily bittersweet in the heart, and this one rings bittersweetly true.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-88402530250539630922015-06-20T02:30:57.304-04:002015-06-20T02:30:57.304-04:00I really could almost here the stutter of the movi...I really could almost here the stutter of the movie reel or perhaps the click of the slide show of old photographs. The sadness is so very heavy, but thank God there is a release in writing. "Go ahead, tell the one whose love you need the most"... so heart wrenching. Margarethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00007201357693227614noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-24903726350797203162015-06-19T23:55:54.573-04:002015-06-19T23:55:54.573-04:00Oh, this packs a punch. "the stanzas, the str...Oh, this packs a punch. "the stanzas, the strophes, the angeldust afterbirth of all I needed to say." We need to say what we need to say at the moment it needs to be said. Love the ending. I get that look, that walking away when I divulge I am an author of poetry. Susie Clevengerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09239990133754328967noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-24421477345336032042015-06-19T22:43:40.180-04:002015-06-19T22:43:40.180-04:00Those last two lines.....yes, yes, and yes again!Those last two lines.....yes, yes, and yes again!C.C.https://www.blogger.com/profile/16393100446679896378noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-9744077809800051052015-06-19T16:38:11.667-04:002015-06-19T16:38:11.667-04:00Yes, layered and emotive...I like the use of the l...Yes, layered and emotive...I like the use of the language around the heart. Thank you for the posts. Hannahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10124956200834969600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-74954452835303012852015-06-19T13:55:37.019-04:002015-06-19T13:55:37.019-04:00~~ believe I can see the contrast dye snaking its ...~~ believe I can see the contrast dye snaking its way through the heart. Tremendous write!Helenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16619199535376925989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-82584316045123908062015-06-19T10:26:41.470-04:002015-06-19T10:26:41.470-04:00This is just an amazing, complex poem yet well cra...This is just an amazing, complex poem yet well crafted and one that can only benefit from being read more than once. So many excellent images, love the way you use the biology of the heart to nail your point and that last but one stanza is superb.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-26610814875185731382015-06-19T10:11:15.008-04:002015-06-19T10:11:15.008-04:00i always read your poems but dont always leave a c...i always read your poems but dont always leave a comment .. my reaction to this is be true to you and f@#k those who dont get itDarylhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08241795455748298624noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-22877195620908550272015-06-19T10:05:25.965-04:002015-06-19T10:05:25.965-04:00Stunning poem... a deep, emotive, satisfying work....Stunning poem... a deep, emotive, satisfying work.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-24651010695431171452015-06-19T08:41:31.332-04:002015-06-19T08:41:31.332-04:00This i cannot describe as sad, more so, i'll s...This i cannot describe as sad, more so, i'll say it was intense; and, so much so, it made me feel like crying<br /><br />i luv the experience of reading this poem and i'm so glad i passed by today<br /><br />have a nice Friday<br /><br />much love...Gillena Coxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09191865405561549074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-43562579506596799252015-06-19T07:13:51.161-04:002015-06-19T07:13:51.161-04:00Such a picture of the human heart as to bring tear...Such a picture of the human heart as to bring tears to the eyes. Your work is always intensely multilayered and invites the emotive response.Kerry O'Connorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00720862912375945249noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-67246372100919018542015-06-19T02:32:16.068-04:002015-06-19T02:32:16.068-04:00"them you are a poet and watch them walk away..."them you are a poet and watch them walk away".. I've been staring at that line for a while now.. the world is messed up but your poem is brilliant.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-10943906409378239802015-06-18T20:28:47.559-04:002015-06-18T20:28:47.559-04:00And I think... it could have been the filth in tho...And I think... it could have been the filth in those floodwaters that brought the infection, damaging the tricuspid, effectively breaking that heart. Or it could have been the truth. Either way, bold in a good, stand-on-its-own-feet sorta way.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12460881702249079009noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-51460411431437946932015-06-18T18:47:42.590-04:002015-06-18T18:47:42.590-04:00I can't even begin to comment on all the rush ...I can't even begin to comment on all the rush of great images and feelings here, except to say I would steal the line below for the title of my next collection, which I don't have one of anyway. Wow, dis wuz so good.<br /><br />"Within my chest, the wheel, the weird carnival"<br /><br />la la moskBuddah Moskowitzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06839068145732552328noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-65949774660971822182015-06-18T17:29:21.703-04:002015-06-18T17:29:21.703-04:00Bloody good job, Shay. I do love to read what the...Bloody good job, Shay. I do love to read what the prompters write, tells a bit how they thought when they developed the prompt. Maybe.<br />I also smiled at the ending, only a mother, and not all of them, ever really continually brags on her kid, 'irregardless'. My friend's son plays a guitar for some sort of living, communal at best. He does keep me posted. <br />One of my daughters writes songs and music, doesn't and hasn't worked. I am as proud of her as of my other 'work-a-holic' daughter. Another son, a twin, plays the drums in gigs for pay. His brother is also a work-a-holic, well off.<br />..Jimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02982249173214655060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-33155590392919532232015-06-18T17:03:04.596-04:002015-06-18T17:03:04.596-04:00I do not every think I can read a poem about heart...I do not every think I can read a poem about heartbreak any longer without remembering this.. Great writingbrudberghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12563403553536472377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-52942130588174355382015-06-18T14:06:11.971-04:002015-06-18T14:06:11.971-04:00LOVE the video!!!!!LOVE the video!!!!!Sherry Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10769154286598233146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-91326155646252805292015-06-18T13:06:15.759-04:002015-06-18T13:06:15.759-04:00I'm tucking this away and keeping it somewhere...I'm tucking this away and keeping it somewhere secret and safe. One of your best, one of my favorites, and words to live by.Maude Lynnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03669688074743095866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-14608476791603233002015-06-18T12:48:40.468-04:002015-06-18T12:48:40.468-04:00This comment has been removed by the author.Sanaa Rizvihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06681404650477409830noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-88627162192185329602015-06-18T12:47:14.612-04:002015-06-18T12:47:14.612-04:00Reality was this:
An endless rain, the filth of th...Reality was this:<br />An endless rain, the filth of the floodwaters bringing<br />boards, bodies, houses, livestock and death on a black surge,<br />an ink to begin my poetry with.<br /><br />Absolutely amazing :D such a heartfelt pen.Sanaa Rizvihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06681404650477409830noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-36466955965501938522015-06-18T12:40:10.986-04:002015-06-18T12:40:10.986-04:00Oh. My. Goodness. You have outdone yourself. This ...Oh. My. Goodness. You have outdone yourself. This is amazing, in concept and execution......love in the left atrium, the guest room quiet of the right ventricle....and then the flood full of bodies and boards........."within my chest, the wheel, the weird carnival." And then your closing lines. This is magnificent to read, to picture and to ponder - on just how far-reaching a poem can fly, and how boundless is your poetic sky. Sherry Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10769154286598233146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-78077653912913946202015-06-18T10:39:40.315-04:002015-06-18T10:39:40.315-04:00This is one of those poems that really does talk i...This is one of those poems that really does talk in pictures, images made by careful layers of detail inviting immersion and comparison, and most of all intuitive, emotional response. Poems of the heart only seem to roll out on wheels with broken spokes, but they travel, somehow, much farther than we can imagine. I could quote a dozen lines from this, but will just do these ones that rocked me back on my heels:<br /><br />'..the shout above the wind, the wonderful stupidity of the church tower<br />or widow's walk in a lightning storm,<br />the stanzas, the strophes, the angeldust afterbirth of all I needed to say...'<br /><br />hedgewitchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13090696134322515899noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-27715692734315788262015-06-18T10:01:19.487-04:002015-06-18T10:01:19.487-04:00Sad. All out of "Picture this..."Sad. All out of "Picture this..."Gailhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04219479223227928561noreply@blogger.com