tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post835099686963673521..comments2024-03-28T09:11:04.513-04:00Comments on Shay's Word Garden (Poetry & Such Like): CottageFireblossomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07040525704916368792noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-43811123799651680272011-04-03T12:25:25.936-04:002011-04-03T12:25:25.936-04:00This could be my all time favorite Shay work of ar...This could be my all time favorite Shay work of art.Helenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16619199535376925989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-23254169885679365862011-03-31T14:06:55.120-04:002011-03-31T14:06:55.120-04:00The childhood dreams -- and nightmares -- are, I&#...The childhood dreams -- and nightmares -- are, I'm sure, fateful. Fate is burdensome no doubt, back then, now. We just get around to writing about it. The moon is such a heavy, ancient burden. When the earth was young the moon was much, much closer, filling the sky, causing tides to roar hundreds of miles inland and then back out. I think there's a memory of that way down at the bottom of our brainstems. - BrendanAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-79130487032771809952011-03-31T14:00:29.761-04:002011-03-31T14:00:29.761-04:00Some things are best blankSome things are best blankDarylhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08241795455748298624noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-23709672497978951792011-03-31T13:23:00.905-04:002011-03-31T13:23:00.905-04:00Oh, Shay, this is phenomenal. So dark and gripping...Oh, Shay, this is phenomenal. So dark and gripping. I was enthralled from beginning to end.Ravenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03290572009221670011noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-26872017010373601922011-03-31T12:59:01.623-04:002011-03-31T12:59:01.623-04:00Wow, Shay, this is magnificent work. I love poems ...Wow, Shay, this is magnificent work. I love poems about your childhood the most. You convey the mood so well, the fear, the shame, because of the impatient brusqueness of adults who dont even try to understand. I can see that window, that moon, feel that helplessness and fear. Absolutely brilliant writing.Sherry Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10769154286598233146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-49166052777226232802011-03-31T12:25:56.952-04:002011-03-31T12:25:56.952-04:00scorn instead of loving care. so sorry sweetie.scorn instead of loving care. so sorry sweetie.ellen abbotthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00535475792150335186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-51762951813005821692011-03-31T11:50:42.571-04:002011-03-31T11:50:42.571-04:00"Her scorn could not be stowed with our bags-..."Her scorn could not be stowed with our bags--<br />It was too large."<br /><br />The terror, the shame . . . well, this brought me to tears. Brilliant writing.Maude Lynnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03669688074743095866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-66204120620648537862011-03-31T11:23:09.555-04:002011-03-31T11:23:09.555-04:00I felt the fear and anxiety, the worry and the sen...I felt the fear and anxiety, the worry and the sense of disconnectedness. And I felt sad for the child.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12460881702249079009noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-76133878738411341182011-03-31T10:19:05.893-04:002011-03-31T10:19:05.893-04:00Things are so magnified when you are a child - I c...Things are so magnified when you are a child - I can totally relate to the fear of the moon. I still don't like my bed facing the doorway and always position it to the side of it. Something leftover from childhood that I don't understand.Lynnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13984802196897920610noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-51657203217801384232011-03-31T10:01:35.043-04:002011-03-31T10:01:35.043-04:00"malaria of the imagination" -your words..."malaria of the imagination" -your words are jewels. I find myself studying them, turning them over and over and finding ever more facets to admire.Lolamousehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12508347229501155001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-20322214541648325922011-03-31T07:20:45.930-04:002011-03-31T07:20:45.930-04:00I agree with Hedgewitch...Thankfully, most of us d...I agree with Hedgewitch...Thankfully, most of us do not keep the memories of awful, haunting dreams like this. I loved the line about scorn that could not be stowed.<br /><br />Perhaps, after reading this poem, I am not jealous of NOT being you?Sioux Roslawskihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17924021828536277618noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-86098818139087561122011-03-31T06:14:47.615-04:002011-03-31T06:14:47.615-04:00Brilliant, brilliant, brilliant! :-)Brilliant, brilliant, brilliant! :-)Susannahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09581993763700327953noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-39476377954352249762011-03-31T05:04:41.047-04:002011-03-31T05:04:41.047-04:00So well expressed! An amazing write!So well expressed! An amazing write!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-62877028277750990412011-03-31T01:54:44.734-04:002011-03-31T01:54:44.734-04:00stunning image great wordsstunning image great wordsPJ van Zylhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13922371328963962120noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-27670075042816775322011-03-30T23:34:21.594-04:002011-03-30T23:34:21.594-04:00this read dark to me shay...the blank and what cau...this read dark to me shay...the blank and what caused it or taken...maybe i have been hanging with my kids too much...just saying.Brian Millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00722940075884718007noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-11269776829894693512011-03-30T22:55:39.290-04:002011-03-30T22:55:39.290-04:00the moon is my mistress too from longest times. . ...the moon is my mistress too from longest times. . . . .Cloudiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05853753108637831069noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-74280864119338318652011-03-30T22:55:11.351-04:002011-03-30T22:55:11.351-04:00This is a great poem that should be published! You...This is a great poem that should be published! You should be feted & paid and appreciated for your incredible art. some of those lines swung like chandeliers on a sinking Lusitania of baroque awesomeness!<br /><br /><br />you blow me AWAY!<br /><br /><br /><br />Aloha to you<br />from Honolulu!<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://comfortspiral.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow">Comfort Spiral</a><br /><br />><}}(°><br /><br /> <br /> ><}}(°>Cloudiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05853753108637831069noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-71932872191129572912011-03-30T22:32:50.919-04:002011-03-30T22:32:50.919-04:00What I was a child I had a recurring dream where t...What I was a child I had a recurring dream where the Sleestak from The Land Of The Lost would kidnap me every night and drag me kicking and screaming into their cave...<br /><br />...and those were some of my more pleasant dreams ;-)HermanTurniphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15448138758753193112noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-88399096837520991982011-03-30T21:05:51.087-04:002011-03-30T21:05:51.087-04:00I'm feeling a bit uneasy myself now, many year...I'm feeling a bit uneasy myself now, many years away from childhood-- you pass along that sense of helplessness we rarely--thankfully--feel as adults. Haunting is not the word--possessed, perhaps.hedgewitchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13090696134322515899noreply@blogger.com