tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post2322056045664373788..comments2024-03-29T03:09:23.361-04:00Comments on Shay's Word Garden (Poetry & Such Like): No More Of JerryFireblossomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07040525704916368792noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-53676666522535941152016-05-18T05:54:35.515-04:002016-05-18T05:54:35.515-04:00lonelycold - that says it all.lonelycold - that says it all.Lynnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13984802196897920610noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-61246335703722177432016-05-17T00:23:11.184-04:002016-05-17T00:23:11.184-04:00We walk our ghosts...tomorrow is impossible silenc...We walk our ghosts...tomorrow is impossible silence when loss steals sunlight. This is such a gut wrenching poem of loss. PowerfulSusie Clevengerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09239990133754328967noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-15048577134450869482016-05-16T19:33:55.633-04:002016-05-16T19:33:55.633-04:00Love your poem, love this version of "If I Fe...Love your poem, love this version of "If I Fell" ~~ and this line blew me away "the night lent me its share and I wrapped it over my shoulders<br />and knotted it in my hair" ...Helenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16619199535376925989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-54952461310207015642016-05-16T16:28:11.159-04:002016-05-16T16:28:11.159-04:00There's no more of you, but life is crammed wi...There's no more of you, but life is crammed with leftover me<br /><br />wow...TexWisGirlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13641962051044162710noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-71870260103757110932016-05-16T15:44:03.053-04:002016-05-16T15:44:03.053-04:00This is a heartbreaker, start to finish.
That line...This is a heartbreaker, start to finish.<br />That line that begins, There's no more of you... brought a lump to my throat.Kerry O'Connorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00720862912375945249noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-4067904130984630662016-05-16T11:11:42.111-04:002016-05-16T11:11:42.111-04:00I just adore the faithful / rainful rhyme. Rainfu...I just adore the faithful / rainful rhyme. Rainful - what a luscious word.Maude Lynnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03669688074743095866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-64876852770684207032016-05-16T09:04:51.867-04:002016-05-16T09:04:51.867-04:00For me it's the combination of that filmy intr...For me it's the combination of that filmy introductory stanza and the fourth that rock this poem--like a cradle, I might add, with a foundling in it, and not like KISS or some other obscenity. How we hang on to what is bound to go, and when it does, are left as empty-handed as we knew we would be, if not more, because the imagination cannot really give us grief like that in any real way. Every line here is etched with the acid of emotion, yet the run-off still tastes sweet.hedgewitchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13090696134322515899noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-85458010166906199832016-05-16T04:14:54.942-04:002016-05-16T04:14:54.942-04:00Yes, stunning. You sure nailed it: 'life is cr...Yes, stunning. You sure nailed it: 'life is crammed with leftover me' etc.Rosemary Nissen-Wadehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05913841031559499568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-31436664685915862752016-05-16T03:57:01.537-04:002016-05-16T03:57:01.537-04:00That no more in love tend to cling to you. The ima...That no more in love tend to cling to you. The imagery of stars and night is so befitting so great. And yes those lines pointed out above<br /><br />Look, Jer, I'm 3 a.m.--<br />your girl full of stars<br /><br />with stars inside a pressure-cooker. It's a long time, but I do remember nights like that. Where dawn comes and can just hope for a tomorrow. brudberghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12563403553536472377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-18997283693218845942016-05-16T03:03:01.642-04:002016-05-16T03:03:01.642-04:00your creativity is amazing. your ability to emote ...your creativity is amazing. your ability to emote with words is unparalleled.<br /><br />gracias for sharing Marcoantonio Arellano (Nene)https://www.blogger.com/profile/10713672589582754484noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-18958518902462030492016-05-15T23:27:55.931-04:002016-05-15T23:27:55.931-04:00Life hurts sometimes. I know that last stanza wel...Life hurts sometimes. I know that last stanza well. But things get better, slowly at first. The first part is hazy, as it really is. Sort of in a daze, it all became blurry.<br />..Jimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02982249173214655060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-3935902817860507952016-05-15T22:13:51.298-04:002016-05-15T22:13:51.298-04:00So many terrific lines.... complex emotions and th...So many terrific lines.... complex emotions and the final line just wowDebi Swimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08255928985823418669noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-58166084416966036652016-05-15T22:10:39.809-04:002016-05-15T22:10:39.809-04:00Those last 6 words--especially--are well-crafted.Those last 6 words--especially--are well-crafted.Sioux Roslawskihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17924021828536277618noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-53285712511284735642016-05-15T21:07:50.661-04:002016-05-15T21:07:50.661-04:00Wonderful, the night wrapping around you, "yo...Wonderful, the night wrapping around you, "your girl full of stars", "life is crammed with leftover me", and the having to "pretend there's a tomorrow". Every single poem you write is absolutely stellar. Sherry Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10769154286598233146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-53887104737400819102016-05-15T21:00:57.071-04:002016-05-15T21:00:57.071-04:00A wonderful poem--I agree with (I guess) Shawna--t...A wonderful poem--I agree with (I guess) Shawna--the stanza about wearing the night's black is so terrific, and the poem seems to take a sort of turn with that stanza into very particular and real heartbreak. Agh. Thanks so much for participating in the prompt and with this poem. k. <br /><br />ps == still so sorry about Skittles and the cat. k. Outlawyerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15698845661756444061noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-36251872207059186182016-05-15T20:53:35.307-04:002016-05-15T20:53:35.307-04:00rich tureen of meanings and texturesrich tureen of meanings and texturesCloudiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05853753108637831069noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-47882204835199999682016-05-15T20:51:19.430-04:002016-05-15T20:51:19.430-04:00Holy cats, girl. This is outstanding!!!
I love th...Holy cats, girl. This is outstanding!!!<br /><br />I love these lines/sections:<br /><br />"love can be that way, can't it?--illogical, like improv, chancy"<br /><br />"I wore no black,<br />but the night lent me its share<br />and I wrapped it over my shoulders<br />and knotted it in my hair"<br /><br />"Look, Jer, I'm 3 a.m.--<br />your girl full of stars"<br /><br />"There's no more of you, but life is crammed with leftover me"<br /><br />"it's lonelycold, unbearable, rainful"<br /><br />It is INSANE that you can write like this. Sheesh. Magic, girl. That's all that explains it.✿https://www.blogger.com/profile/01044032159371976375noreply@blogger.com