tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post594001440327154424..comments2024-03-28T21:52:15.546-04:00Comments on Shay's Word Garden (Poetry & Such Like): Common FenceFireblossomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07040525704916368792noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-11055366099351830172022-07-10T12:27:43.159-04:002022-07-10T12:27:43.159-04:00oh, this is good. boiling with soul, and anchored....oh, this is good. boiling with soul, and anchored. you have great range shay, a keen eye, anything you want to write, you just write. sorry i've missed so much, and so glad you're still layin'm downphillip woodruff (jalopy dreams)https://www.blogger.com/profile/08224547506080365774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-14516478047184456002022-07-06T20:56:56.232-04:002022-07-06T20:56:56.232-04:00"Each morning I go out with my dog to check t..."Each morning I go out with my dog to check the vines.<br />I move slowly. Sleep is an old love whose face is a memory.<br />The seasons come and go, one dog is followed by a new one."<br /><br />I feel, and relate to the wistfulness of this, Shay.<br />purplepeninportland.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07842681508730093858noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-60036011233082375952022-07-06T16:06:06.350-04:002022-07-06T16:06:06.350-04:00We all have to deal with common fences. Nice depi...We all have to deal with common fences. Nice depiction of ongoing interaction between distinctive personalitiesiamthewalrushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00045125562816319748noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-43465166449463165462022-07-06T15:28:54.146-04:002022-07-06T15:28:54.146-04:00Beautiful expression of growing old, love, loyalty...Beautiful expression of growing old, love, loyalty, contrast, faith, and survival. Much depth and tender melancholy. Loved it Shay.robkistnerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08166835029205143266noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-24345412424841842022022-07-04T17:43:46.761-04:002022-07-04T17:43:46.761-04:00This poem grows inexorably, like a vine that wraps...This poem grows inexorably, like a vine that wraps around not just a fence - but us, the world. "How did the sun get so high?" is a question we might only know from green veins that flow with time and faith and questioning faith. A poem of "wild blind reaching" where life perseveres with our poisoned blood for sustenance, and with love rooted deeper and deeper by the year.qbithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08373768695201177514noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-48318440033052947292022-07-03T11:31:09.912-04:002022-07-03T11:31:09.912-04:00I felt like I was living this poem - checking the ...I felt like I was living this poem - checking the vines, admiring the tenacity of green growth trying to survive the spraying, and especially the dog by your side, "seventh of seven". I love "Sleep is an old love...."Sherry Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01926508656571639801noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-62118656312476947212022-07-03T09:33:37.134-04:002022-07-03T09:33:37.134-04:00If I was your neighbour, mine would be joyfully en...If I was your neighbour, mine would be joyfully entwined with yours! Keith's Ramblingshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13564578491652021492noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-65827405451954353972022-07-03T09:01:41.038-04:002022-07-03T09:01:41.038-04:00This hit right in the heart. We're still seein...This hit right in the heart. We're still seeing crepe myrtle shoots from the trees our neighbors hacked out (and digging up some of them and hoping they'll survive). C. Sandlinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15616902831506982429noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-45262557071696459232022-07-03T07:51:03.471-04:002022-07-03T07:51:03.471-04:00That's my feeling, David, but my neighbor is a...That's my feeling, David, but my neighbor is an odd duck. Last year he let three foot weeds stay on his side all summer. This year he's all about killing the vines. Fireblossomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07040525704916368792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-42514261278855185862022-07-03T03:29:46.337-04:002022-07-03T03:29:46.337-04:00What's your neighbor's beef with the vines...What's your neighbor's beef with the vines, Shay? Vines are pretty!<br /><br />-David [ben Alexander]David Bogomolnyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09365020640807192130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-16607991852488012022-07-02T17:25:34.652-04:002022-07-02T17:25:34.652-04:00Sigh....this gave me goosebumps to read my friend...Sigh....this gave me goosebumps to read my friend! I love the idea of the vines being wild with blind reaching and faith. This whole poem feels like seeing the passing years before us all at once with all that truly matters and what does not. I don't know how you do it; move us with poetry, but I am glad you do! Love this so much Shay!Carrie Burtthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15016231028602947306noreply@blogger.com