tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post6436947901584257365..comments2024-03-28T09:11:04.513-04:00Comments on Shay's Word Garden (Poetry & Such Like): Glass GirlFireblossomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07040525704916368792noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-43646454303999450032016-09-04T21:52:45.055-04:002016-09-04T21:52:45.055-04:00This moved me, Shay. The glass girl and the water...This moved me, Shay. The glass girl and the water girl - such a flawless image.Maude Lynnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03669688074743095866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-51779578860254939082016-09-04T12:39:02.723-04:002016-09-04T12:39:02.723-04:00She told me, "I am empty; it all comes from y...She told me, "I am empty; it all comes from you.<br />I refract your light, then send it back."<br /><br />Why must the glass always be half empty for some, when the water is so sweet?Kerry O'Connorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00720862912375945249noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-74308514007069940852016-09-01T21:29:40.513-04:002016-09-01T21:29:40.513-04:00A very sad and human poem; the honesty of the poet...A very sad and human poem; the honesty of the poet and the characters in the poem as well is very touching and makes one feel for them and for the difficulties of love itself. k. Outlawyerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15698845661756444061noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-11414866354521201072016-09-01T16:59:18.678-04:002016-09-01T16:59:18.678-04:00Great fable here about accepting what and who you ...Great fable here about accepting what and who you are. - Thanks, moskBuddah Moskowitzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06839068145732552328noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-21201930745727060202016-09-01T16:04:33.178-04:002016-09-01T16:04:33.178-04:00This is every bit as good as you know it is. I'...This is every bit as good as you know it is. I'll read it again and again. Thank you for writing and sharing.<br /><br />Two things I like weaving into this piece are that 1) lightning striking-sand makes glass, and 2) water in a (glass, in this case) vase sustains a flower, for a short time. So I suppose if you are outdoor water, you have the power to help things grow. But if you're not ... if you wind up being indoor water, then at least filling up a vase can bring something temporarily beautiful into the house. I think that's your point ... this isn't the ideal relationship, and it hurts, over and over again. But still, there's something tragically beautiful and at least partially fulfilling about this combination.✿https://www.blogger.com/profile/01044032159371976375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-63922937488396022072016-09-01T10:26:07.533-04:002016-09-01T10:26:07.533-04:00Wow! That closing: "The deep. The stars."...Wow! That closing: "The deep. The stars." Love the water and glass comparisons, which so totally work, especially the glass refracting the light and sending it back...........your love and memory poems are my faves.........sigh. I can see that long hair hanging down her back.Sherry Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10769154286598233146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-39761760968158969892016-09-01T09:51:57.442-04:002016-09-01T09:51:57.442-04:00Nobody changes his/her true colors and we are what...Nobody changes his/her true colors and we are what we are, oftentimes complementing each other but not always.Ileanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11200869126695231050noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-77631129897921865672016-09-01T08:51:21.346-04:002016-09-01T08:51:21.346-04:00The search for love is indeed the search for that ...The search for love is indeed the search for that shape which will contain our own essence, that external hardness that gives our oh-so-amorphous emotions form--but it has to also become more than that, more merging, more flowing, more a thing of both, or what is contained becomes stagnant--hard to grasp all that when one is young, and now that one is no longer young, the understanding seems less important than the poem you have crafted with these elements. Thanks for this gift to start my morning, Shay.hedgewitchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13090696134322515899noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-82158835286585384072016-09-01T06:45:37.917-04:002016-09-01T06:45:37.917-04:00The deep. The stars. Sweat on skin.
What a powerf...The deep. The stars. Sweat on skin.<br /><br />What a powerful poem (as always) and thanks for the song to start off my morning...Sioux Roslawskihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17924021828536277618noreply@blogger.com