tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post8343680604814197911..comments2024-03-28T09:11:04.513-04:00Comments on Shay's Word Garden (Poetry & Such Like): DreamFireblossomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07040525704916368792noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-38798605556941276312009-03-09T21:13:00.000-04:002009-03-09T21:13:00.000-04:00This, this, this.....This has stopped time on all ...This, this, this.....<BR/><BR/>This has stopped time on all the clock in Paris and a certain dark alley in Vienna I will probably never visit.Jannie Funsterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11595786402510366043noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-74267817156100206672009-03-07T12:07:00.000-05:002009-03-07T12:07:00.000-05:00Gracias, Florence, and welcome to the Word Garden!...Gracias, Florence, and welcome to the Word Garden! <BR/><BR/>Thank you, Scar, as always. :-)<BR/><BR/>My friend and fellow poet Kelly Dickson is always telling me I am a visual person. I just saw that in my mind, the shape of the wings. Thanks, Mama Zen, you're a peach.<BR/><BR/>Thank you, T! Pet those critters for me, won't you? :-)<BR/><BR/>Yep, RK. :-/<BR/><BR/>I can't think of a nicer compliment than to hear that from another poet, Shadow. Thank you.<BR/><BR/>Paige, I just thought that since much of the poem takes place in semi-darkness, sound should be a strong part of the poem. Have a nice weekend!<BR/><BR/>Daryl, I always love it if someone says they re-read one of my poems. And yes, that's the San Antonio riverwalk. I took the photograph from street level.<BR/><BR/>I agree, Pouty. New love is the best drug there is, and losing love hurrrrts. Aren't i profound today? But it's true.Fireblossomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07040525704916368792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-59872541156128700462009-03-07T11:05:00.000-05:002009-03-07T11:05:00.000-05:00"Did you care that my skin was pale,Or that my lit..."Did you care that my skin was pale,<BR/>Or that my little silver watch had stopped telling the time<BR/>In the moment before you spoke?"<BR/><BR/>I about stopped breathing when I read these words. Parting is not sweet sorrow, sorry William S, he got it wrong that one time in my opinion.Susan English Masonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05661766173970296173noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-17808600655515668432009-03-07T09:07:00.000-05:002009-03-07T09:07:00.000-05:00I am re-reading it to hold the visuals those words...I am re-reading it to hold the visuals those words evoke.<BR/><BR/>Is your header photo from somewhere along River Walk in San Antonio?Darylhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08241795455748298624noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-80321278397083282312009-03-07T09:05:00.000-05:002009-03-07T09:05:00.000-05:00Very nice...You woke to the sound of wings like te...Very nice...<BR/>You woke to the sound of wings like tea leaves...<BR/><BR/>And the soft click of the closing door?<BR/>...<BR/>I guess I'm in a "sound" mood today. I have been sitting here listening to the clocks and birds and humming cieling fan trying to tun each one in and then back out again.... Paigehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04702664099837224184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-16102407612896899262009-03-07T05:50:00.000-05:002009-03-07T05:50:00.000-05:00this completely enraptured me todaythis completely enraptured me todayShadowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05999801833389058410noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-70967711531465273862009-03-07T01:17:00.000-05:002009-03-07T01:17:00.000-05:00Ohhhhhhh, sad!Ohhhhhhh, sad!Riot Kittyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02725825736285347870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-76880862999789775772009-03-06T23:57:00.000-05:002009-03-06T23:57:00.000-05:00Very beautiful!Very beautiful!Thttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06089318003200939942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-27054645719569143072009-03-06T23:04:00.000-05:002009-03-06T23:04:00.000-05:00Oh, wow. I can picture the blackbird's wings. Th...Oh, wow. I can picture the blackbird's wings. That last stanza is too lovely.Maude Lynnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03669688074743095866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-11828933388402760372009-03-06T22:05:00.000-05:002009-03-06T22:05:00.000-05:00A last night together...is always remembered clear...A last night together...is always remembered clearly...even in dreams.<BR/><BR/>Beautiful poem, Shay.Scarlethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17560614073319109150noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-62224978270377884642009-03-06T21:09:00.000-05:002009-03-06T21:09:00.000-05:00Beautiful poem! Very nice blogBeautiful poem! Very nice blogShe..the beauty and the besthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11710179461574830490noreply@blogger.com