tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post3589996367797674303..comments2024-03-29T03:09:23.361-04:00Comments on Shay's Word Garden (Poetry & Such Like): Smoke Tree And AppleFireblossomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07040525704916368792noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-32335986787809676762012-08-15T16:30:21.926-04:002012-08-15T16:30:21.926-04:00Powerful, self-realized, and beautiful!Powerful, self-realized, and beautiful!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-78455220749281644192012-08-13T17:31:04.256-04:002012-08-13T17:31:04.256-04:00"I was not even my own girl, not then."
..."I was not even my own girl, not then."<br /><br />i should have known that you would write a perfect poem of beautiful sadness! {Norwegian Wood would have been lovely with this.}<br /><br /><br />♥Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-8783909647893317182012-08-12T22:56:08.206-04:002012-08-12T22:56:08.206-04:00This is truly very touching. "I had not even...This is truly very touching. "I had not even the power to live in the world as myself." What a sad line. Truly there is a beautiful sadness in this relationship.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-21422462423797279252012-08-12T20:26:36.948-04:002012-08-12T20:26:36.948-04:00Wow. This is it. The beautiful sadness. Love that ...Wow. This is it. The beautiful sadness. Love that the trees are still there, but belong to somebody else. Killer poem, kiddo.Sherry Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10769154286598233146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-67861289315172042142012-08-12T19:58:26.352-04:002012-08-12T19:58:26.352-04:00Wow...you sure know how to emotionally draw in the...Wow...you sure know how to emotionally draw in the reader. Loved this piece!HermanTurniphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15448138758753193112noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-63984414336386514612012-08-12T17:31:27.882-04:002012-08-12T17:31:27.882-04:00You definitely painted a strong word picture of th...You definitely painted a strong word picture of the insides of a difficult relationship. The cruelness of the goading made me cringe. And the smoke tree and apple tree now belonging to someone else...ouch. You wrote sadness beautfully, Shay. I so feel this!Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07366010389846904663noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-29547815960950400062012-08-12T10:54:13.085-04:002012-08-12T10:54:13.085-04:00Once again, your words punch me in the heart and I...Once again, your words punch me in the heart and I love it. Your gift is powerful. Heartbreaking and lovely. <br />BritAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11891104988607002132noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-59494456220499666392012-08-12T10:35:21.112-04:002012-08-12T10:35:21.112-04:00Oh all the poems about the dialog that never was! ...Oh all the poems about the dialog that never was! This is truly moving, the way it all ties together. "not even the power to live in the world as myself". Indeed.WAShttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10403669322174979974noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-66359192237095844332012-08-12T09:48:21.310-04:002012-08-12T09:48:21.310-04:00I think we all have moments in our past that we re...I think we all have moments in our past that we remember and recognize have helped us become who we are now. Hauntingly lovely.<br /><br />Pat<br />Critter AlleyPat Wahlerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01138619912065680084noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-78611709133440895712012-08-12T08:29:50.535-04:002012-08-12T08:29:50.535-04:00The first and the last lines (I feel) are stand al...The first and the last lines (I feel) are stand alone poetry of themselves... and the in between is heartbreaking... But I get a sense that she knows who she is now :)Margarethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00007201357693227614noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-35673825954227781652012-08-12T08:10:43.554-04:002012-08-12T08:10:43.554-04:00this seemed raw, like it was last night...well don...this seemed raw, like it was last night...well doneAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-59578664200698344772012-08-12T07:50:02.789-04:002012-08-12T07:50:02.789-04:00That Beatles song would have gone beautifully ther...That Beatles song would have gone beautifully there - lovely.Lynnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13984802196897920610noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-36932083457851052002012-08-12T06:08:14.976-04:002012-08-12T06:08:14.976-04:00Speaking in the language of the heart marries trut...Speaking in the language of the heart marries truth and beauty so it sounds like gorgeous poetry and sings like a plaintive John Lennon. - BAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-39054885259614372222012-08-12T05:27:42.960-04:002012-08-12T05:27:42.960-04:00You can say that I faked you out,
told you lies;
t...You can say that I faked you out,<br />told you lies;<br />that I was just costume jewelry masquerading as diamonds--<br /><br />I have lived behind that facade, so I know exactly what you are talking about. After being there for so very long, is it ever possible to reveal who we really are?<br /><br />I sincerely hope, that like those trees, you learned to grow into the 'real' you.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-91341108189691076402012-08-12T03:33:47.162-04:002012-08-12T03:33:47.162-04:00I think everyone lives with a duality of one sort ...I think everyone lives with a duality of one sort or another, or some secret side of themselves kept buried away in the private room of the heart or mind.<br />Your words are so intensely personal, but they can be felt with a similar weight by your reader, who nods her head, dabs a tear, and understands where you are coming from.Kerry O'Connorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00720862912375945249noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-41345435661469899272012-08-12T01:50:01.678-04:002012-08-12T01:50:01.678-04:00beautiful and sad... i will listen to the song now...beautiful and sad... i will listen to the song now and remember this poemAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-23769239616219151642012-08-12T00:25:16.710-04:002012-08-12T00:25:16.710-04:00My spirit knew from the start:
"You can say,...My spirit knew from the start: <br />"You can say, now,<br />whatever you like<br />to whomever is your latest life raft."<br />That it would be difficult to recall the beauty part. Thank god for the apple tree and the smoke tree. . . . I understand that they are with the house. But the loose end is the child.<br />This is a poem about the unfinished under the finished.Susanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05723639294340760325noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-12774198390951386512012-08-11T23:35:28.095-04:002012-08-11T23:35:28.095-04:00This line is so strong:
"I was not even my ow...This line is so strong:<br />"I was not even my own girl, not then."<br />I also liked the ending, and how it was foreshadowed through your poem.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-65066997060739102582012-08-11T23:00:35.252-04:002012-08-11T23:00:35.252-04:00Interesting how what's so hot in the moment tu...Interesting how what's so hot in the moment turns out to be so...not...in retrospect.Brandee Shaferhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08960175760263515363noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-45755019490706903662012-08-11T22:54:34.426-04:002012-08-11T22:54:34.426-04:00He only chose to believe the things he wanted to, ...He only chose to believe the things he wanted to, use them when he wanted them, disregard and minimize them later ... claiming you as his (prize). Deep and beautiful melancholy, Shay ... I felt every word.<br /><br />"But we both know, don't we,<br />that you knew from the start, the woman I was?"<br /><br />"What about Denise?<br />What about Debbie?<br />What would you do to them?"<br /><br />"When you did this, I would demur,<br />hesitant as any Catholic girl ever was"<br /><br />"you were touching something that was only mine,<br />hidden so well, that even I had nearly lost it"<br /><br />"filling me with a pride of power in my words" ... Always, always. If you lose all else, you have this.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-21525254484581720592012-08-11T22:10:21.032-04:002012-08-11T22:10:21.032-04:00It amazes me how you can deliver such a thorough e...It amazes me how you can deliver such a thorough emotional bruising with such quiet, understated beauty. Incredible work, Shay.Maude Lynnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03669688074743095866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-77660040010866868512012-08-11T21:47:47.091-04:002012-08-11T21:47:47.091-04:00Hi! Lots of stuff here...wonderful expressive sou...Hi! Lots of stuff here...wonderful expressive sour taste, right? So full of slow sarcasm spread out on a plate for all to see, right? Like the good with the sadness, the beautiful home, tress, children n then the sadness.<br />Gardenlile.comAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-50893138038817375082012-08-11T21:05:39.069-04:002012-08-11T21:05:39.069-04:00because you were touching something that was only ...because you were touching something that was only mine,<br />hidden so well, that even I had nearly lost it...felt those lines...def a lot of emotion under the surface...the acknowledgement you were not even your own girl at the time...love the touch with the trees at the end as well...and them being someone elses...that carries the emotion on as well...nice shay...great to see you. smiles.Brian Millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00722940075884718007noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-84745177756166726842012-08-11T20:57:55.812-04:002012-08-11T20:57:55.812-04:00God, those opening lines--such surgical knives, an...God, those opening lines--such surgical knives, and that's what this seems, a surgical sculpting of living flesh--bleeding out truth, and of course, some poet once said, truth is beauty and so we find both, along with the soft requiem sadness of the last stanza. The symbolism is so perfect somehow, smoke tree and round sweet apple.hedgewitchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13090696134322515899noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-34443053378004097882012-08-11T20:40:04.205-04:002012-08-11T20:40:04.205-04:00You can just feel the deep well of emotion hiding ...You can just feel the deep well of emotion hiding beneath the matter of fact telling of intimate details between two souls finding their way together (or at least that's how I read it). Definitely filled with beautiful sadness. In every way :)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01547380098561803645noreply@blogger.com