tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post6434251607596483991..comments2024-03-28T05:18:54.680-04:00Comments on Shay's Word Garden (Poetry & Such Like): Ward 7Fireblossomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07040525704916368792noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-50858156745048605092012-09-19T16:39:29.036-04:002012-09-19T16:39:29.036-04:00Goosebumps. Heart pounding. Scary. Significant and...Goosebumps. Heart pounding. Scary. Significant and too familiar. In love with this. you have power in your words I cannot understand or describe. I read your poems with trepidation and equal parts love, admiration, and erotic anticipation. xoxoxoxAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11891104988607002132noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-68569677958286785182012-09-18T20:57:06.915-04:002012-09-18T20:57:06.915-04:00So, the whole thing was creepy and awesome, but I ...So, the whole thing was creepy and awesome, but I thought this was beautiful:<br /><br />"No bleeders,<br />Just sweet warm capillaries expanding like tiny flowers;"Staceyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00598435920429591602noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-43924003841824448622012-09-18T17:11:59.131-04:002012-09-18T17:11:59.131-04:00ohhh, nice. the scenes are so real, especially the...ohhh, nice. the scenes are so real, especially the squatting, aroused and idiotic, on futon, sipping Tab. Marianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04030161532713347225noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-34655078632744195842012-09-18T12:53:18.686-04:002012-09-18T12:53:18.686-04:00What a skincrawlingly awesome ending!What a skincrawlingly awesome ending!Maude Lynnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03669688074743095866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-3225180269288624682012-09-18T09:47:17.500-04:002012-09-18T09:47:17.500-04:00death slips in with promises .. stay backdeath slips in with promises .. stay backDarylhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08241795455748298624noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-76978717944310951362012-09-18T05:04:53.966-04:002012-09-18T05:04:53.966-04:00Your brilliant first line has me imagining a littl...Your brilliant first line has me imagining a little girl talking to a rag doll, and from there you go all Twilight Zone . . . In the 2nd stanza "moans" brought the doll to life and the next remembers a time of standing up and having erection "Back when you could, sir. Back when it was easy." I got the feeling the narrator is torturing this person--like an inner voice. Thank God it relents a bit by the end--but by the time I get my toy back--I wonder at how we treat broken people. What a perfect poem.Susanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05723639294340760325noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-47846469877451627522012-09-17T22:24:04.158-04:002012-09-17T22:24:04.158-04:00Amazing!Amazing!Mary B. Mansfieldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03135589216216151585noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-42935401846596839282012-09-17T14:54:59.932-04:002012-09-17T14:54:59.932-04:00What a tale you've spun. I, too, love the tone...What a tale you've spun. I, too, love the tone, so matter of fact.Sherry Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10769154286598233146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-26635457519748789622012-09-17T13:59:41.287-04:002012-09-17T13:59:41.287-04:00Like a morphine daze that makes even the most horr...Like a morphine daze that makes even the most horrific of lifes issues become tolerable, almost comfortable. This was like a morbid little dance with the devil and his concubines. Crazy good.Herotomosthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11486093602914824276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-61414772190595551742012-09-17T12:13:18.266-04:002012-09-17T12:13:18.266-04:00Your creativity and steampunk artistry seem to kno...Your creativity and steampunk artistry seem to know no bounds. You turn a mundane scene into something other-worldly, and do so with ease and concision.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12460881702249079009noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-60601079158939852612012-09-17T12:06:48.965-04:002012-09-17T12:06:48.965-04:00It's my visit to your blog & I found it in...It's my visit to your blog & I found it incredible. Loved the essence of last stanza. :)Tanya Sehgalhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05270944497627959283noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-29050688637035105872012-09-17T12:01:12.074-04:002012-09-17T12:01:12.074-04:00Ooooh, the ultimate in Cuckoo's Nests! Chilli...Ooooh, the ultimate in Cuckoo's Nests! Chillingly good, Shay.Helenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16619199535376925989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-11896134180844151492012-09-17T10:26:13.873-04:002012-09-17T10:26:13.873-04:00This is just crazy awesome! You have such a singul...This is just crazy awesome! You have such a singular and fertile imagination, and don't know how you come up with these ideas and characters. The voice here is typically unctuous of the concerned matron, but her words are so unhinged I want to save the poor patient from her ministrations.Kerry O'Connorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00720862912375945249noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-38404869209902061972012-09-17T09:14:04.292-04:002012-09-17T09:14:04.292-04:00You're gifted, my friend...capturing the voice...You're gifted, my friend...capturing the voice of one in this sad, scary predicament and bringing the inner desires, dreams and memories to the forefront. I really enjoyed reading this piece, Shay.<br /><br />Love this:<br /><br />"Just sweet warm capillaries expanding like tiny flowers;"<br /><br />GREAT description! <br /><br />:)'s to you!Hannahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10124956200834969600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-29385224151268965742012-09-17T03:05:23.078-04:002012-09-17T03:05:23.078-04:00{{{shivers}}}
♥{{{shivers}}}<br /><br />♥Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-74720333747105683862012-09-16T22:38:19.887-04:002012-09-16T22:38:19.887-04:00I loved the "sweet warm capillaries expanding...I loved the "sweet warm capillaries expanding like tiny flowers" line, along with that whole stanza.<br /><br />Another one of my favorites. Except that I seem to say that with almost every one of your poems.Sioux Roslawskihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17924021828536277618noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-69797131292004082622012-09-16T22:26:23.442-04:002012-09-16T22:26:23.442-04:00Oh wow, that last stanza is creepy awesome. :) I ...Oh wow, that last stanza is creepy awesome. :) I think I would succumb to that invitation. Although, what other option is there if you're strapped to the table.<br /><br />Your title made me so excited. I just love asylum poetry. More please! Great use of "needle" right away in the first line ... I was definitely picturing a flailing patient being injected.<br /><br />Here are some of my favorites:<br /><br />"If you ask them, between moans,<br />They may even dance for you"<br /><br />"Once, you sat upon a futon in her silly studio apartment,<br />Sipping Tab,<br />And feeling at once aroused and idiotic."<br /><br />"No bleeders,<br />Just sweet warm capillaries expanding like tiny flowers;<br />Blushing her,<br />And making it awkward for you to stand up"<br /><br />"f you'd like it to be just you and me,<br />I can pull the curtain" ... This is a little bit scary and a little bit "oh, what the heck does it matter at this point."<br /><br />All of Stanza 5. We are all deformed/sick in different ways. But can we still be loveable? If so, only to someone who is on the job? (Thinking of nursing homes and aging.)<br /><br />Loved it, Shay. Thanks so much for writing (especially about the madhouse ... which despair certainly is).Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-16471196631361106632012-09-16T22:23:33.729-04:002012-09-16T22:23:33.729-04:00scary. just kill me now. thank you.scary. just kill me now. thank you.TexWisGirlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13641962051044162710noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-74763912113432252632012-09-16T22:05:10.203-04:002012-09-16T22:05:10.203-04:00Tell me, is this the old asylum just down the road...Tell me, is this the old asylum just down the road from Summerdale, where everyone's 'eccentric' relatives are sent to 'convalesce?" Just tell me it's not in the basement. I'm always nervous about who--I mean what--is under the floorboards. Stanza three makes the grue of its surroundings even more so--the last lines are like a whisper that there is indeed, as I like to think, hope in the madhouse. Especially, I like the oh so matter of fact tone. hedgewitchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13090696134322515899noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-87006846449008247672012-09-16T21:48:24.620-04:002012-09-16T21:48:24.620-04:00Wow. The struggle to keep on living when the thou...Wow. The struggle to keep on living when the thought of living becomes a painful thing. Very moving. HermanTurniphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15448138758753193112noreply@blogger.com