tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post753680990870111668..comments2024-03-28T21:52:15.546-04:00Comments on Shay's Word Garden (Poetry & Such Like): In The Time Of DinosaursFireblossomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07040525704916368792noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-72635983694993914752015-11-17T10:19:42.643-05:002015-11-17T10:19:42.643-05:00My God, Shay. This may be the most beautiful, per...My God, Shay. This may be the most beautiful, perfect poem you've ever written. And, that's saying a hell of a lot.Maude Lynnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03669688074743095866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-32180923333856136602015-11-16T10:09:46.880-05:002015-11-16T10:09:46.880-05:00I read this as if the speaker is writing about a t...I read this as if the speaker is writing about a time when he/she was a child, talking to a sibling to whom he/she was close. The "dinosaurs" are their parents. This is about how bonded the children were to one another. But something took one away from the other. I think the speaker is talking to a sibling who died, and now the one left behind feels alone ... but still tries to connect with the spirit of the other and maintain somewhat of a childlike spirit him-/herself.<br /><br />Obviously this doesn't jive with your intentions, considering the accompanying picture and all. But reading "dinosaurs" immediately made me think of parents ... and something about this just feels young, innocent, and tender, like childhood love and kids' imaginations/games. Until the day the brother/sister died and the sun refused to rise. But the one left behind is choosing to imagine again, to experience life to the fullest, even in his/her sadness. And to keep loving the other, even though he/she is physically gone.<br /><br />That's what I see, anyway.✿https://www.blogger.com/profile/01044032159371976375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-55392676112250022022015-11-16T09:46:40.771-05:002015-11-16T09:46:40.771-05:00oh, sweet.
oh, sweet.<br />ellen abbotthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00535475792150335186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-2566586178588105362015-11-15T23:19:57.147-05:002015-11-15T23:19:57.147-05:00Beautiful, Shay! This is the language that matter...Beautiful, Shay! This is the language that matters most~ Ellahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06070952447277684613noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-13480803020162488412015-11-15T22:01:11.479-05:002015-11-15T22:01:11.479-05:00Oh to reach out a hand, and someone's be there...Oh to reach out a hand, and someone's be there.......sigh........this is incredibly lovely. Especially the last two lines. A poem to make lonely one who is well accustomed to being alone.Sherry Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10769154286598233146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-35923642224681630692015-11-15T19:42:59.812-05:002015-11-15T19:42:59.812-05:00Awesome, as always.Awesome, as always.Lynnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13984802196897920610noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-51357457960924786702015-11-15T18:34:16.788-05:002015-11-15T18:34:16.788-05:00interesting time-leaping tenses; will, were...
...interesting time-leaping tenses; will, were...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />ALOHA, Friend<br /><a href="http://comfortspiral.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow">ComfortSpiral</a><br /> <br />(\__/)<br />(='.'=)<br />(")_('')<br /><br /><br />Cloudiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05853753108637831069noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-56822338298025459982015-11-15T17:09:17.235-05:002015-11-15T17:09:17.235-05:00The ending holds promise. ♥The ending holds promise. ♥Ileanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11200869126695231050noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-71811322568181818622015-11-15T15:40:33.245-05:002015-11-15T15:40:33.245-05:00The two word line "less one" is so movin...The two word line "less one" is so moving.<br /><br />Shay, you slay me--every time.Sioux Roslawskihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17924021828536277618noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-57234851062780956292015-11-15T12:20:01.591-05:002015-11-15T12:20:01.591-05:00In a world filled with unanswerable questions and ...In a world filled with unanswerable questions and unfathomable mysteries, it would be nice to have the single certainty of love returned. Kerry O'Connorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00720862912375945249noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-36235591088004411032015-11-15T12:17:48.759-05:002015-11-15T12:17:48.759-05:00The music of this is simple and intangible, as of ...The music of this is simple and intangible, as of course, music always is--beyond the grasp of touch or the sense of sight, like love itself--the past is a vast continent we explore over and over again, looking for the source of its rivers--you have found at least one of them here. This part, so deceptively uncomplicated, is the one that really moved me the most, like a rush of wings you feel but is gone before the eye can capture the bird that made it:<br />"...This afternoon, a comet will come, in all its rarity--<br />then a cloud./ Who knows what happens after that?" hedgewitchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13090696134322515899noreply@blogger.com