tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post5212529495641769735..comments2024-03-29T13:19:24.135-04:00Comments on Shay's Word Garden (Poetry & Such Like): PandemoniaFireblossomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07040525704916368792noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-35061883864317824092013-04-25T10:06:20.637-04:002013-04-25T10:06:20.637-04:00Delicate and surreal and completely beautiful!Delicate and surreal and completely beautiful!Maude Lynnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03669688074743095866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-34116370823727511872013-04-23T13:03:20.102-04:002013-04-23T13:03:20.102-04:00love your end: "calmly strange" instead ...love your end: "calmly strange" instead of what might be expected, strangely calm. Marianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04030161532713347225noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-82844469525649645062013-04-23T01:42:25.046-04:002013-04-23T01:42:25.046-04:00Trust you to give a plural name to a singular girl...Trust you to give a plural name to a singular girl.<br />Loved the whole thing, Shay, especially "She shames the stones...with the softness of her body!" I almost expect a horde of workmen to come running out, apologizing.<br />KKay L. Davieshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09966266404058177742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-39402003436136253442013-04-23T00:27:08.418-04:002013-04-23T00:27:08.418-04:00"Pandemonia." Only you, Shay, could con..."Pandemonia." Only you, Shay, could conjure this girl. The stones being shamed, nice, and your use of random rhyme was best appreciated on second reading, aloud. <br /><br />Really great work here, girl. Still enjoying our email back and forth! AmyAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-41807612287844816962013-04-22T23:25:58.659-04:002013-04-22T23:25:58.659-04:00Great ending!
Loved this one.
xo jjGreat ending!<br />Loved this one.<br />xo jjJoanna Jenkinshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10836376588710862173noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-69247146479532518192013-04-22T22:53:33.696-04:002013-04-22T22:53:33.696-04:00No need of clothes, but of books, yes! This has v...No need of clothes, but of books, yes! This has very nostalgic feel to it. Margarethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00007201357693227614noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-34253838425022566062013-04-22T22:11:14.421-04:002013-04-22T22:11:14.421-04:00The final stanza is one of the best things I'v...The final stanza is one of the best things I've read in a long time. I like the presence of so much "near rhyme"--e.g, stones/alone, age/named, age/strange--which serves to emphasize the somewhat out-of-place, out-of-time (but just slightly so, it seems to me) nature of our heroine. This is some truly top-shelf stuff.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-3395368678968076002013-04-22T20:59:22.252-04:002013-04-22T20:59:22.252-04:00What a lovely and unique poem,,,I love this "...What a lovely and unique poem,,,I love this " odd girl, lovely,<br />calmly strange." Elleceehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07049386448865741626noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-47229363131927702532013-04-22T17:53:35.427-04:002013-04-22T17:53:35.427-04:00Great imagery and symbolism. Blessings.Great imagery and symbolism. Blessings.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-4491345544486431262013-04-22T17:38:04.130-04:002013-04-22T17:38:04.130-04:00"an odd girl, lovely,
calmly strange." b..."an odd girl, lovely,<br />calmly strange." beautiful!!!Laurahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15349928247626849914noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-39844588370497157242013-04-22T16:53:07.019-04:002013-04-22T16:53:07.019-04:00Wonderful photo & poem!Wonderful photo & poem!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-61195027447599605962013-04-22T16:24:51.889-04:002013-04-22T16:24:51.889-04:00Love the girl's name--and her story.Love the girl's name--and her story.Peggyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10811244438243200435noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-26837782490133254512013-04-22T16:19:02.722-04:002013-04-22T16:19:02.722-04:00What a beautiful piece. It caught me from the firs...What a beautiful piece. It caught me from the first stanza..The books at her fingertips contain words of every language,depending upon her mood and the angle of the sun, or her delicate wrist...I especially love these linesSusie Clevengerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09239990133754328967noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-70720894963443405972013-04-22T13:10:07.781-04:002013-04-22T13:10:07.781-04:00The juxtaposition between name and nature really m...The juxtaposition between name and nature really makes this poem. There is an underlying tension and I wonder if there is more to her than meets the eye.Kerry O'Connorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00720862912375945249noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-3660413449423478532013-04-22T12:49:10.974-04:002013-04-22T12:49:10.974-04:00the world wold be served better by a few more of s...the world wold be served better by a few more of such anachronic oddities.Abin Chakrabortyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17534639363132246570noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-30490908116143785232013-04-22T12:25:05.723-04:002013-04-22T12:25:05.723-04:00sweet. soft. beautiful.sweet. soft. beautiful.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-87368167183369079632013-04-22T11:46:52.446-04:002013-04-22T11:46:52.446-04:00However did you dream up her name? I'm thinki...However did you dream up her name? I'm thinking Electronica might have been her last name .... that calm of hers, so deceiving. <br />Helenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16619199535376925989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-73373346927325932522013-04-22T09:15:02.154-04:002013-04-22T09:15:02.154-04:00What a great name - Pandemonia!What a great name - Pandemonia!Lynnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13984802196897920610noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-42545922414322160562013-04-22T09:12:20.159-04:002013-04-22T09:12:20.159-04:00Ha! 'she shames the stones' ~ so evocative...Ha! 'she shames the stones' ~ so evocative ~ 'as on the steps she sits, alone.'<br /><br />I love her dress ... and that she's 'calmly strange'Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-69917213275670816152013-04-22T08:49:23.204-04:002013-04-22T08:49:23.204-04:00thank you to her from me as well for inspiring thi...thank you to her from me as well for inspiring this poemDarylhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08241795455748298624noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-45968664753303997792013-04-21T23:38:37.975-04:002013-04-21T23:38:37.975-04:00Is it odd to say that I relate to Pandemonium as I...Is it odd to say that I relate to Pandemonium as I discover some gently magical powers of my own at a late youth?<br />ALOHA<br /> from Wacky Waikiki<br /><a href="http://comfortspiral.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow">Comfort Spiral</a><br /> ~ > < } } ( ° > <3<br /> > < } } ( ° ><br /><br /><br />Cloudiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05853753108637831069noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-8350615511504701612013-04-21T20:50:46.304-04:002013-04-21T20:50:46.304-04:00Love all the slants rhymes in this. Emily would be...Love all the slants rhymes in this. Emily would be proud!Lolamousehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12508347229501155001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-46391327440692505232013-04-21T19:38:22.194-04:002013-04-21T19:38:22.194-04:00Hedge, the things falling are "shredded books...Hedge, the things falling are "shredded books." She is made of books --- she's packed her suitcase full of books, beside her is a stack of books, falling from the sky are book particles. She herself is a book. Shredded as well, I presume. Only still presentable, somehow. Holding herself together with hardbacks and firm bindings.✿https://www.blogger.com/profile/01044032159371976375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-25379865659155207672013-04-21T19:11:14.208-04:002013-04-21T19:11:14.208-04:00Beautiful photo, beautiful girl, beautiful poem! D...Beautiful photo, beautiful girl, beautiful poem! Doesnt get any better than that!Sherry Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10769154286598233146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-89176362970391940182013-04-21T15:38:42.911-04:002013-04-21T15:38:42.911-04:00This is an intriguing one, Shay, like the picture-...This is an intriguing one, Shay, like the picture-(-and just what *are* those things falling, confetti, snow, petals?-)-the poem seems to pick up that idea of symbol and visual and human all mixed in one place, bobbing up oddly as strange bedfellows in something larger, which is elusive and unnamed. Your colors and other descriptions are lush and the odd syncopation and unexpected rhymes all blend well somehow for a cohesive if somewhat surreal mood. First and last stanzas are both really strong, but I have a weakness for the next to last. Glad you liked the picture.hedgewitchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13090696134322515899noreply@blogger.com