tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post8403615482832547883..comments2024-03-29T07:11:54.743-04:00Comments on Shay's Word Garden (Poetry & Such Like): Love StillFireblossomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07040525704916368792noreply@blogger.comBlogger31125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-64945788297004270932011-03-03T22:58:37.129-05:002011-03-03T22:58:37.129-05:00smiles. getting my shay fix on tonight...what a te...smiles. getting my shay fix on tonight...what a tender poem...and full of yearning still...Brian Millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00722940075884718007noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-77539710072765627272011-03-03T11:25:53.589-05:002011-03-03T11:25:53.589-05:00This really touched me. Really. Little sniffles of...This really touched me. Really. Little sniffles of tears came with this reading.<br />Thankyou, Tiger-friend.<br />xoxo<br />p.s. You and Hannah have inspired me. I have been writing poetry for the last two weeks. I fear my poetry is dreadful but that doesn't stop me from writing it( I just won't post it).La Belette Rougehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05686717070120116918noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-78786955009943383762011-03-03T05:39:15.068-05:002011-03-03T05:39:15.068-05:00I'm glad I'm not the only one who thinks a...I'm glad I'm not the only one who thinks about people they've loved. Well still love, it never goes away. Well not for me anyway.LL Cool Joehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13916666100971008775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-29130489738273524092011-03-02T20:46:19.431-05:002011-03-02T20:46:19.431-05:00You're amazing. I need to go reach for the on...You're amazing. I need to go reach for the one I love.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-38004826482021708122011-03-02T16:32:38.513-05:002011-03-02T16:32:38.513-05:00Shay,
This is a poem that perfectly melds the pi...Shay, <br /><br />This is a poem that perfectly melds the picture with the words. I love seeing how the vines climb and even the randomness of their reach.<br /><br />Then your words make me think of how loves can be accidentally lost. They're still alive inside the heart, but they no longer have the place to climb and grow. <br /><br />You are truly a master wordsmith of love.Sarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15995684156785464334noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-48625399243626727722011-03-02T15:58:10.536-05:002011-03-02T15:58:10.536-05:00The last two words - they stab like a dagger.
Wha...The last two words - they stab like a dagger.<br /><br />What a poem, Shay!<br /><br />That kind of love - the stick-around kind - can be the most beautiful and the most painful.TALONhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03205633556998220372noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-3876912479162314702011-03-02T12:46:31.640-05:002011-03-02T12:46:31.640-05:00When one is coming in at Comment #25 one can say &...When one is coming in at Comment #25 one can say "ditto x 25". Gor-jiss work, dahhlin....<br /><br />love the repeated lines - and particularly love this bit:<br /><br />"I am wondering how the vines know where is empty air and where is something solid?"<br /><br />*sigh*<br /><br />xxLisahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05321514984426181181noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-16783182931945681922011-03-02T11:34:29.331-05:002011-03-02T11:34:29.331-05:00Those living vines each with a story all of their ...Those living vines each with a story all of their own - especially if they had your words to guide them<br /><br />I would love to hear the echo of this back - I hope you hear it!moondustwriterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09848554806751678968noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-11892039204394877842011-03-02T08:48:19.880-05:002011-03-02T08:48:19.880-05:00This is great, soft tone to the writing.
Interesti...This is great, soft tone to the writing.<br />Interesting poem.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-76091339039862667572011-03-02T05:17:49.990-05:002011-03-02T05:17:49.990-05:00This is beautiful, musical, sadly soothing. One of...This is beautiful, musical, sadly soothing. One of my favorites here.Lydiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11135393270656573516noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-50710378315301190712011-03-01T23:42:33.496-05:002011-03-01T23:42:33.496-05:00ahhh so lovely
love should be a thing in motion
bu...ahhh so lovely<br />love should be a thing in motion<br />but then maybe not...katrinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09549558632861568997noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-80907720614043189012011-03-01T23:26:20.672-05:002011-03-01T23:26:20.672-05:00You have the power to look at the world through th...You have the power to look at the world through the eyes of a young girl, yet with the experience of someone who has seen a lot. A marvelous combination in the world of words.Hollandhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12837549668818746188noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-24734381729643843202011-03-01T22:40:03.028-05:002011-03-01T22:40:03.028-05:00"I am wondering how the vines know where is e..."I am wondering how the vines know where is empty air and where is something solid?"== beautous, FB! xjJenne' R. Andrews https://www.blogger.com/profile/15744946229300234443noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-68618413257888023572011-03-01T18:02:54.306-05:002011-03-01T18:02:54.306-05:00Love still. Tis is beautiful, Shay and made me fun...Love still. Tis is beautiful, Shay and made me funk of people I love still. <br />xo jjJoanna Jenkinshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10836376588710862173noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-20447589576430224502011-03-01T13:42:50.942-05:002011-03-01T13:42:50.942-05:00Why does the world keep evolving, spinning, changi...Why does the world keep evolving, spinning, changing, spitting out fresh blossoms, creep higher, while we are like rocks in our deepest places, unchanging, forever carrying our crosses, sighing when the terrain starts to incline rather than just dumping the damn thing? "Cause we remember. We dream. We tend our longing like a garden that grows to dizzy heights because we aren't, or won't, or can't. The vines know what to do next because that's the only place they are: Here. Now. We know the moment only as that huh? place we pass through in one or other between regrets about the past or anxiety about the future. - BrendanAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-41716424852929923362011-03-01T12:22:18.613-05:002011-03-01T12:22:18.613-05:00I'm a sucker for poems with repeating lines, a...I'm a sucker for poems with repeating lines, and this one is great! I like the comparison of love and vines...especially the lines, "Shouldn't love be a thing in motion, like an arm reaching<br />With fingers open<br />Welcoming?"abhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10783096356557762193noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-23485676521478247992011-03-01T11:04:35.972-05:002011-03-01T11:04:35.972-05:00Feels like skinFeels like skinDarylhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08241795455748298624noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-87645158881236354012011-03-01T09:28:01.168-05:002011-03-01T09:28:01.168-05:00Just lovely, Shay! Beautiful. Delicate. The compar...Just lovely, Shay! Beautiful. Delicate. The comparison between the vine and love is a fresh metaphor--very nice.<br /><br />Shouldn't love be a thing in motion, like an arm reaching<br /><br />With fingers open<br /><br />Welcoming? <br /><br />What beautiful lines! A truly amazing poem! So glad I read this today!Ami Mattisonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12391930163467566669noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-83870639217891106412011-02-28T22:56:51.655-05:002011-02-28T22:56:51.655-05:00Beautiful. Old sweaters are the perfect companion ...Beautiful. Old sweaters are the perfect companion to melancholy.Tess Kincaidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04889725786678984293noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-81467083771860710022011-02-28T21:16:11.528-05:002011-02-28T21:16:11.528-05:00Beautiful, lilting, and sweet. The way you see th...Beautiful, lilting, and sweet. The way you see things is remarkable.Maude Lynnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03669688074743095866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-13243558598059508662011-02-28T20:55:34.051-05:002011-02-28T20:55:34.051-05:00Curling vines and longing pair very well indeed......Curling vines and longing pair very well indeed...<br /><br />These sound like song lyrics to me!Hannah Stephensonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15792203070774504501noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-7545932348552177412011-02-28T20:27:39.547-05:002011-02-28T20:27:39.547-05:00The old sweater line expresses the mood perfectly....The old sweater line expresses the mood perfectly.Lynnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13984802196897920610noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-81454393743317392272011-02-28T20:11:47.880-05:002011-02-28T20:11:47.880-05:00This, like everything else you write, is simply lo...This, like everything else you write, is simply lovely. You are amazing.Ravenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03290572009221670011noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-83288785288578633972011-02-28T19:51:53.804-05:002011-02-28T19:51:53.804-05:00Thinking of love in all it's forms is a wonder...Thinking of love in all it's forms is a wonderful thing. That which we ponder, we help create. Love. What better recipient of your creative energies.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12460881702249079009noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-60567545061335492492011-02-28T19:28:37.144-05:002011-02-28T19:28:37.144-05:00Why does the simple painted wood invite the seekin...Why does the simple painted wood invite the seeking curls.....beautiful piece....Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04526666908406849762noreply@blogger.com