tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post8869985503346241957..comments2024-03-29T03:09:23.361-04:00Comments on Shay's Word Garden (Poetry & Such Like): under the eiffel towerFireblossomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07040525704916368792noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-20841251585971008112014-09-23T16:18:52.056-04:002014-09-23T16:18:52.056-04:00Living in Los Angeles, I can think of at least a d...Living in Los Angeles, I can think of at least a dozen women this could apply to.<br />Perfect.<br />jjJoanna Jenkinshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10836376588710862173noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-72616694552423105392014-09-23T07:48:44.257-04:002014-09-23T07:48:44.257-04:00proof, yet again, that you cannot write anything l...proof, yet again, that you cannot write anything less than stellar!<br />♥my heart's love songshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13629303520695044479noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-1647828099323956602014-09-14T12:57:08.330-04:002014-09-14T12:57:08.330-04:00I really love this, Shay. It feels like it floats...I really love this, Shay. It feels like it floats just above your fingertips.Maude Lynnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03669688074743095866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-63131237187803629582014-09-14T12:36:20.283-04:002014-09-14T12:36:20.283-04:00I NEVER tire of your gorgeous words. OMG, if you ...I NEVER tire of your gorgeous words. OMG, if you wrote in French, I may go insane! xmyinnerchick.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07523772091083412278noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-89407676622561756952014-09-13T23:35:47.770-04:002014-09-13T23:35:47.770-04:00good choice of family and connections! Sadly my pa...good choice of family and connections! Sadly my parents (the "Costanzas") did not expose me to such opportunitiesCloudiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05853753108637831069noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-61906905405662235422014-09-13T08:37:53.611-04:002014-09-13T08:37:53.611-04:00Me just dropping into my daddy's lap just like...Me just dropping into my daddy's lap just like that ..too ;)<br />Have a great weekendMr Puddyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09024839895877150953noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-860471153956940652014-09-12T14:03:03.738-04:002014-09-12T14:03:03.738-04:00Ha. I suppose I never got discovered because I was...Ha. I suppose I never got discovered because I was standing under the Awful Tower, instead. Wrong fricking tower! LOL.Sherry Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10769154286598233146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-55634732934102174062014-09-12T13:28:54.698-04:002014-09-12T13:28:54.698-04:00Simply brilliant.Simply brilliant.Kerry O'Connorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00720862912375945249noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-3806380367003677422014-09-12T09:49:37.450-04:002014-09-12T09:49:37.450-04:00This is amazing.
"a young woman
who had done...This is amazing.<br /><br />"a young woman<br />who had done pretty much nothing herself<br />gave her kiss"<br /><br />"who had been this, and done that,<br />on both sides of the camera"<br /><br />the entire second stanza ... every word; I'll break it up anyway, because I enjoyed the lines in pieces, like this:<br /><br />"imagine<br />the throw away line"<br /><br />"that turns to gold and saves the shoot"<br /><br />"imagine<br />the plum part" ... I'm nuts over the word "plum" (and wanted to use it as a baby name, but it was a no-go with my husband) ... so anyway, seeing it pop up here was a treat.<br /><br />And then the way the plum line rolled right into this: "dropping into her lap just like that" ... just doubled my pleasure over the previous part.<br /><br />Then you went and did this: "and in french" ... taking it right back to the opening for proper framing and closure.<br /><br />I'm having to think through what the second stanza means. I'm thinking it's a sports reference; she's just another score or conquest to him. There's also a double meaning in "line" ... like the line that this older man is nonchalantly and easily tossing out at her, so smoothly that she can't help but swoon. He's done this many, many times before. And it's just plain old hat for him. But for her, why, he might as well have hung the moon ... and directly over the Eiffel Tower. And then also, "throw away line" makes me think of a line that shouldn't be crossed (maybe because he's her dad's age), but that you just toss out and forget about because the temptation or lure is just too delicious to pass by.<br /><br />And then she has daddy issues. So she was a sitting duck for this man who completely won her over with an easy "golden" pick-up line.<br /><br />There might be multiple meanings in "shoot" as well ... a laundry shoot, or a baby plant, perhaps. The former makes me picture her falling fast and hard, in the dark. The latter makes me picture her fading away without any light, and this guy, even though he's bad for her and is using her, he does save her in a way because he at least pretends to "see" her, and that helps her begin to grow again.<br /><br />I want to hug this poor young girl; she has so much pain in store for her, and I wish I could protect her.<br /><br />You may have meant different things, but this is some of what I see. Also, "under" the Eiffel Tower makes me picture it falling on top of her, leaving her trapped ... and sort of loving it. And if it is a metaphor, and the tower is the man, then she is under him ... in multiple ways, I'd imagine. Under his body, under his thumb, under his control. ... Just a few thoughts; I'll stop. But obviously, I loved the piece!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-66015146966271004322014-09-12T08:52:57.520-04:002014-09-12T08:52:57.520-04:00This is a cool take on an over-photographed subjec...This is a cool take on an over-photographed subject.Birdmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16634185585147630883noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-77641611227182254352014-09-12T03:40:44.480-04:002014-09-12T03:40:44.480-04:00So it's about our looks, who we know, who are ...So it's about our looks, who we know, who are parents are? No, it's Paris. It's about love, success, romance and fulfilling dreams...Shadowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05999801833389058410noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-67564731262659063892014-09-11T19:45:37.845-04:002014-09-11T19:45:37.845-04:00I doubt this could sound better in French--it feel...I doubt this could sound better in French--it feels french already.There is a wistfulness to this that understands how little comes to us because we earn it, and how much is serendipity. Beautiful, Shay, as falling leaves, or maybe rose petals. French rose petals.hedgewitchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13090696134322515899noreply@blogger.com