tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post4235381796574589654..comments2024-03-28T21:52:15.546-04:00Comments on Shay's Word Garden (Poetry & Such Like): RosaryFireblossomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07040525704916368792noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-61991028199628334002012-09-07T23:27:59.612-04:002012-09-07T23:27:59.612-04:00"a rosary made of birds"
gorgeous!
lov..."a rosary made of birds"<br /><br />gorgeous!<br /><br />love the song, too.<br /><br />♥Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-86757192330384232032012-09-06T17:41:13.668-04:002012-09-06T17:41:13.668-04:00You in the mood to play? Just posted three new wor...You in the mood to play? Just posted three new word lists today:<br /><br />http://flipsiderecords.wordpress.com/2012/09/06/prompt-words-11-happy-birthday-mark/Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-8020857323849549062012-09-06T14:35:18.900-04:002012-09-06T14:35:18.900-04:00TexWisGirl is right; this is like a pencil sketch,...TexWisGirl is right; this is like a pencil sketch, light, delicate, and with just the perfect shadows. This took my breath away.Maude Lynnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03669688074743095866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-42881030419069173712012-09-05T22:55:27.490-04:002012-09-05T22:55:27.490-04:00Shay, you write out the ache like no one's bus...Shay, you write out the ache like no one's business: here you convey that longing and absence of solace through a series of images each unique and heartbreaking. From the rosary made of birds (which summoned a feel of before rome bone worship) to trucks singing the street. I also love the concept of the braille of the body, the bumps and formations we know with hot palms and eyes closed. Tremendous work, viva laIsadora Gruyehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13036782300945079952noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-31456250801116197282012-09-05T22:25:36.921-04:002012-09-05T22:25:36.921-04:00"I have a rosary made of birds"
This is..."I have a rosary made of birds"<br /><br />This is both a disturbing and enchanting line. Nice job threading that needle!HermanTurniphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15448138758753193112noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-62782089597826069422012-09-05T12:11:01.585-04:002012-09-05T12:11:01.585-04:00This one pierced my heart with the longing I did n...This one pierced my heart with the longing I did not know I had, until I read your poem. Wowzers. So beautiful.Sherry Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10769154286598233146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-41166554109527240372012-09-05T11:12:44.403-04:002012-09-05T11:12:44.403-04:00This is so filled with longing and hopefulness and...This is so filled with longing and hopefulness and cherishing.. leaves one with quite an ache in the chest.Kerry O'Connorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00720862912375945249noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-35355140380326224732012-09-05T10:58:30.657-04:002012-09-05T10:58:30.657-04:00It was all beautifully abstract until:
"My h...It was all beautifully abstract until:<br /><br />"My hands know your name, and the braille of my body in its longing."<br /><br />Then it came alive! My favorite flavor: bittersweet!Buddah Moskowitzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06839068145732552328noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-106824121167905762012-09-05T09:53:29.446-04:002012-09-05T09:53:29.446-04:00Lovely, melancholy, amazing poem, Shay. xoLovely, melancholy, amazing poem, Shay. xoMarionhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14786883679294446945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-29228891755256472662012-09-05T09:29:58.324-04:002012-09-05T09:29:58.324-04:00i draw with pencil - so do you. :)i draw with pencil - so do you. :)TexWisGirlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13641962051044162710noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-6299248522320408192012-09-05T09:25:33.917-04:002012-09-05T09:25:33.917-04:00like petals falling from end of the season flowers...like petals falling from end of the season flowers ... softDarylhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08241795455748298624noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-68095007361057686812012-09-05T07:02:01.602-04:002012-09-05T07:02:01.602-04:00I adore the phrase (and hate you because of its cr...I adore the phrase (and hate you because of its creation ;) "the braille of my body."<br /><br />Wouldn't the world be a wonderful place if each one of us had someone writing VOLUMES of love poems like this about us?Sioux Roslawskihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17924021828536277618noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-55595625577833258512012-09-05T00:38:55.317-04:002012-09-05T00:38:55.317-04:00A rosary made of birds would be very hard to hold ...A rosary made of birds would be very hard to hold onto; it would always be trying to fly away---fighting against being held. And yet, they are still for you. You are some kind of magic, girl.<br /><br />I love this: "My hands know your name, and the braille of my body in its longing."Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-22742136631398009982012-09-05T00:21:22.129-04:002012-09-05T00:21:22.129-04:00A sigh of a poem, drifting like a leaf down on the...A sigh of a poem, drifting like a leaf down on the soil that completes its life cycle..or perhaps, a feather, just...fallen..when I read your love poems, no matter how parched I may be, I feel the well is bottomless.hedgewitchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13090696134322515899noreply@blogger.com