tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post2000597088209826079..comments2024-03-28T09:11:04.513-04:00Comments on Shay's Word Garden (Poetry & Such Like): Lit On Fire...My Favorite Poet, EmilyFireblossomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07040525704916368792noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-66874126800150681992011-12-11T15:41:09.920-05:002011-12-11T15:41:09.920-05:00that must have been an amazing experience!
love y...that must have been an amazing experience!<br /><br />love your poem ~ so tender.<br />♥Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-83707907835828118192011-12-10T12:36:09.221-05:002011-12-10T12:36:09.221-05:00There is aching beauty in your homage to Ms. Emily...There is aching beauty in your homage to Ms. Emily ...Helenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16619199535376925989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-73735813443745578072011-12-09T21:04:06.790-05:002011-12-09T21:04:06.790-05:00"We are wicks twinkly writ." I love you..."We are wicks twinkly writ." I love your words ... each poem is filled with passion that spills all over the page. Your poems are always a delight to read. Thank you!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-71548027711521487242011-12-09T15:43:24.894-05:002011-12-09T15:43:24.894-05:00Shay, I am coming to your entry late. I was alway...Shay, I am coming to your entry late. I was always fascinated with Emily Dickinson in high school as well. I think I also felt an affinity to her in some ways, as if she spoke for me too. Sounds like you felt the same. Your poem to her was just beautiful. I know Emily would have loved it!Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07366010389846904663noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-62157665216520111402011-12-09T12:35:05.523-05:002011-12-09T12:35:05.523-05:00This is superb!This is superb!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-83482758625023200552011-12-08T12:19:19.299-05:002011-12-08T12:19:19.299-05:00I don't write poetry but you are my favorite p...I don't write poetry but you are my favorite poet.ellen abbotthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00535475792150335186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-37262387903021426062011-12-08T11:12:26.171-05:002011-12-08T11:12:26.171-05:00Honestly, Shay, you've always reminded me of E...Honestly, Shay, you've always reminded me of Emily...as though you're one of her long lost relatives or something :) you both are brilliant...loved your verse to her also.Cathy Feasterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01302068829418562420noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-63872035943689613842011-12-08T10:57:24.204-05:002011-12-08T10:57:24.204-05:00"we are women who burn for women" indeed..."we are women who burn for women" indeed, sigh.Marianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04030161532713347225noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-59286062290412831412011-12-08T10:28:39.947-05:002011-12-08T10:28:39.947-05:00It's amazing the connection that races between...It's amazing the connection that races between poetic hearts...TALONhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03205633556998220372noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-40555039414605520792011-12-08T08:57:38.750-05:002011-12-08T08:57:38.750-05:00Did you press an oak leaf to your lips?
I bet she...Did you press an oak leaf to your lips?<br /><br />I bet she did.Darylhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08241795455748298624noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-45122297190949235922011-12-08T08:49:34.459-05:002011-12-08T08:49:34.459-05:00I echo the words of Brian Miller, here, that my ap...I echo the words of Brian Miller, here, that my appreciation of how tender, passionate and symbolic words can paint with 'small brushes'. 'Small brushes' is my symbolism compared to how sometimes points to be made, things to be said require many words, 'large brushes'. Great paintings are sometimes tiny spechs of paint created by 'small brushes'. <br /><br />Thank you to artists like yourself and emily, shelley, byron, etc. who have introduced the art of 'sometimes small is better'. <br /><br />Gracias, mi amiga.Marcoantonio Arellano (Nene)https://www.blogger.com/profile/10713672589582754484noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-51922360525327462482011-12-08T05:50:10.038-05:002011-12-08T05:50:10.038-05:00"...wicks twinly lit...lips that never softly..."...wicks twinly lit...lips that never softly came..." What gorgeous lines. The whole poem: exquisite.<br /><br />Too bad you've now revealed your secret. You don't have a whole attic full of spirits writing for you. No. Instead, you have only ONE spirit guiding your hand--Emily Dickinson.<br /><br />I really enjoyed the small window you opened up; hearing about some of your experiences in high school, and then your trip to Emily's home made me feel priviliged. Writing is risky--we bare our souls through our lines, but we can always hide between the lines. When we write about ourselves--bare ourselves--undisguised by metaphors, it makes us even more vulnerable.<br /><br />Thank you, Shay.Sioux Roslawskihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17924021828536277618noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-59108192741287576252011-12-08T05:37:27.315-05:002011-12-08T05:37:27.315-05:00That's so wonderful that you had such a powerf...That's so wonderful that you had such a powerful experience with poetry in high school. That's the way life should be. And I'm glad you got to stand in her rooms.<br /><br />I grew up about a mile away from where Flannery O'Connor was writing her fiction and when I stood in her house finally just two years ago, I marveled that those words were written right there.Lynnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13984802196897920610noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-74269479075181273882011-12-08T02:23:31.889-05:002011-12-08T02:23:31.889-05:00Shay, I really love this entire post, with your st...Shay, I really love this entire post, with your story of discovering a love of poetry through Emily Dickinson, and your journey to her room. (I have only looked at the pictures and felt the strong presence of that reclusive soul.) In my youth, I suffered from what I call the 'mermaid complex', in that I was (am, okay)addicted to unrequited love. I blame it on the classics: Wuthering Heights, Great Expectations etc, so the poem 'I cannot live with you..' is like my mantra. Your words in poetry, so freely expressed here, have moved me to tears. These are the gifts I am talking about, so I will say, "Thank you".Kerry O'Connorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00720862912375945249noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-759316667391143152011-12-08T00:48:22.536-05:002011-12-08T00:48:22.536-05:00I'm am amazed and jealous that you were able t...I'm am amazed and jealous that you were able to visit her room. I believe you did feel her presence and this poem, proves it to me!<br />Thank you for sharing your gift!<br />"We are wicks, twinly lit" captures and reflects the mood of your poem!<br />Wonderful~Ellahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06070952447277684613noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-8331254645427687602011-12-07T22:50:45.017-05:002011-12-07T22:50:45.017-05:00Ah, the first poet love...your post is so eloquent...Ah, the first poet love...your post is so eloquent and I, too, love that poem. <br /><br />But I think my first love was Edna St. Vincent Millay. I memorized all 214 lines of "Renascence" in jr. high school. I still love that last stanza:<br /><br />"The world stands out on either side <br />No wider than the heart is wide; <br />Above the world is stretched the sky,—<br />No higher than the soul is high. <br />The heart can push the sea and land <br />Farther away on either hand; <br />The soul can split the sky in two, <br />And let the face of God shine through.<br />But East and West will pinch the heart <br />That can not keep them pushed apart; <br />And he whose soul is flat—the sky <br />Will cave in on him by and by."Marionhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14786883679294446945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-18069053956768723042011-12-07T22:50:17.204-05:002011-12-07T22:50:17.204-05:00It can be overpowering to be in the presence of th...It can be overpowering to be in the presence of the thing that calls out to your heart. Amazing write-up. Having strong ties to certain creative outlets,I can relate, and actually got a bit misty eyed reading this post. :-)HermanTurniphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15448138758753193112noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-114665525169710682011-12-07T21:26:55.735-05:002011-12-07T21:26:55.735-05:00A beautiful tribute to Emily.
And thanks for shar...A beautiful tribute to Emily.<br /><br />And thanks for sharing this with us ~ no wonder you write so beautifully.Gracehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02213172239590722747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-46348130573815015142011-12-07T21:15:01.172-05:002011-12-07T21:15:01.172-05:00Surely she smiles on you!
Aloha from Waikiki
C...Surely she smiles on you!<br /><br /><br /><br />Aloha from Waikiki<br /><br /><a href="http://comfortspiral.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow">Comfort Spiral</a><br /> <br /> > < } } ( ° ><br /> <br /> ><}}(°><br /><br />< ° ) } } > <Cloudiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05853753108637831069noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-7287555789395688292011-12-07T21:13:48.102-05:002011-12-07T21:13:48.102-05:00"We are wicks
Twinly lit"
That really i..."We are wicks<br />Twinly lit"<br /><br />That really is exquisite. And, I love the way you responded to the prompt.Maude Lynnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03669688074743095866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-23599652133957298912011-12-07T20:47:17.410-05:002011-12-07T20:47:17.410-05:00Oh this is so beautiful and poignant. I am certain...Oh this is so beautiful and poignant. I am certain Emily recognized her kinship with you when you were there. You are as wildly talented as she. What a wonderful story, and what a beautiful heartfelt poem you wrote for her. Sigh. I am going to track down the book you mention. Wow. This all fills my heart so full. Thanks, kiddo.Sherry Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10769154286598233146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-28703350618801409342011-12-07T20:47:00.789-05:002011-12-07T20:47:00.789-05:00I knew of this incident in your life and how much ...I knew of this incident in your life and how much meaning it had for you, but had never read your tender and evocative poem. I can almost feel Emily standing over you, smiling because you write so differently but also with so much of the same deep feeling and disregard for/independence of convention. Glad I got to read this.hedgewitchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13090696134322515899noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-30599704266374030772011-12-07T20:27:28.480-05:002011-12-07T20:27:28.480-05:00Fabulous tribute to Emily! Your flame burns bright...Fabulous tribute to Emily! Your flame burns bright, Shay.Lolamousehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12508347229501155001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-54035860317842046252011-12-07T20:07:44.467-05:002011-12-07T20:07:44.467-05:00nice...really enjoyed your verse shay...and enjoy ...nice...really enjoyed your verse shay...and enjoy emily as well...it was much later in life that the poetry bug bit me so i am playing catch up when it comes to exploring poets....Brian Millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00722940075884718007noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-79849750500802911202011-12-07T19:34:31.876-05:002011-12-07T19:34:31.876-05:00"We are wicks, twinly lit" is one of the..."We are wicks, twinly lit" is one of the most evocative lines I've read in a long time! Impressive poem to Emily, who would no doubt write back to you if she could.Mary Ann Potterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10859843676283396203noreply@blogger.com