tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post402194651955501581..comments2024-03-29T03:09:23.361-04:00Comments on Shay's Word Garden (Poetry & Such Like): My Cat ChildFireblossomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07040525704916368792noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-42312513263543346952015-12-02T19:45:25.381-05:002015-12-02T19:45:25.381-05:00You captured all the languid sensuality of all the...You captured all the languid sensuality of all the pussycats I've ever taken care of. 'Tis perfect - nothing less.Buddah Moskowitzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06839068145732552328noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-46939579017918799172015-12-02T13:05:19.748-05:002015-12-02T13:05:19.748-05:00This is gorgeous, Shay.This is gorgeous, Shay.Lynnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13984802196897920610noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-50986062537806046582015-12-01T09:55:19.537-05:002015-12-01T09:55:19.537-05:00The is brilliant in the extreme. From the driest ...The is brilliant in the extreme. From the driest dust to that glorious stanza of warm honey. Wow.Maude Lynnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03669688074743095866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-58044650785316821092015-11-30T21:01:09.736-05:002015-11-30T21:01:09.736-05:00Some losses leave us like this, no? You put it in...Some losses leave us like this, no? You put it into words like you do in a no less than amazing poem.Jennifer Wagnerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04344877737695801883noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-19948789422054242015-11-30T08:03:53.650-05:002015-11-30T08:03:53.650-05:00This is one that would reward a lot more readings ...This is one that would reward a lot more readings and ponderings than I can give it now--it has layers in between layers of metaphor, perversity, darkness that moves and light that glimmers dimly on dead water--where do our emotions go when we have no further use for them--do they haunt us like ghosts or become our domesticated familiars/companions, imbued with every animal quality but furred with our own indifference--I think it would make for a nasty biting thing indeed. Age brings bitterness that is finally relieved by boredom with even that. Just too tiring--but the loss of feeling itself is a deeper grief that can't ever be mourned enough. Or so I read. Just excellent, Shay.hedgewitchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13090696134322515899noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-53974023568139849312015-11-30T06:01:29.425-05:002015-11-30T06:01:29.425-05:00MOL.. Me think me goes for someone's leg too =...MOL.. Me think me goes for someone's leg too =^x^=Mr Puddyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09024839895877150953noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-73714165521476079302015-11-29T19:47:42.051-05:002015-11-29T19:47:42.051-05:00My cat child
brings order where there was none.
Le...My cat child<br />brings order where there was none.<br />Let's not talk about the walnut shell of my womb,<br />empty birthplace of dust.<br />Let's talk about my cat child, proud with powers, handy with struts.<br /><br />The rumor is, cats were royal once,<br />and I need the reflected glory and the chance to sleep during the day.<br /><br /><br />Me, I don't eat anymore, can't recall why I ever did--<br />I remember nothing, value nothing, aspire to nothing. <br /><br />Yes once,<br />the sight of your dark hair sent warm honey over my heart,<br />my belly,<br />my sex, <br />and everywhere, my love, from my skin to the stars.<br /><br />all as dead in the mouth as a finch with a broken neck.<br /><br />The poem I made from the cloudia parts of your poem. No disrespect intended. Self revelations feared and invited.<br /><br />The places where we intersect?<br /><br />Lovely cold here. . . . . freeze warning....pink November dusk...geese<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />aloha dearieCloudiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05853753108637831069noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-61820723914082708962015-11-29T18:36:36.275-05:002015-11-29T18:36:36.275-05:00a good, sad one, shay.a good, sad one, shay.TexWisGirlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13641962051044162710noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-47853127048736152892015-11-29T14:11:38.277-05:002015-11-29T14:11:38.277-05:00Shay--The last line is so brilliant, but then, so ...Shay--The last line is so brilliant, but then, so is the rest of the friggin' poem.<br /><br />Sioux Roslawskihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17924021828536277618noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-3248654190635816612015-11-29T13:37:52.885-05:002015-11-29T13:37:52.885-05:00Oh, this one makes me sad. If only we could forget...Oh, this one makes me sad. If only we could forget, it would be easier. A stirring write, my friend. Is that cute little you in the photo?Sherry Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10769154286598233146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-18252322928537035862015-11-29T12:30:33.035-05:002015-11-29T12:30:33.035-05:00Ha ha ha. This is hilarious; I love it. It's s...Ha ha ha. This is hilarious; I love it. It's super sexy too.<br /><br />These are my faves:<br /><br />"My cat child<br />brings order where there was none."<br /><br />"Let's talk about my cat child, proud with powers, handy with struts."<br /><br />"Show me the evidence; I'll yawn elaborately, and my cat child will agree<br />that such stuff is dull in the extreme."<br /><br />"You would have objected to the damage, the piss and the fleas."<br /><br />This badass stanza:<br />"Right now, my cat child is away.<br />She is hungry for mice, songbirds, or someone's leg.<br />Me, I don't eat anymore, can't recall why I ever did--<br />I remember nothing, value nothing, aspire to nothing."<br /><br />"The feel of my mouth closing gently over the curve of your soft lower lip<br />seemed such an urgent thing,<br />like warm waves for mermaids,<br />a place I would do anything to get to."<br /><br />"the sight of your dark hair sent warm honey over my heart,<br />my belly,<br />my sex"<br /><br />"all as dead in the mouth as a finch with a broken neck"<br /><br />I like the way you keep trying to say you don't love her and have forgotten all about her, but obviously you haven't. Very effective, engaging poetry.<br /><br />"recalculating" ... What a great label.✿https://www.blogger.com/profile/01044032159371976375noreply@blogger.com