tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post7655062791727294265..comments2024-03-29T03:09:23.361-04:00Comments on Shay's Word Garden (Poetry & Such Like): The Queen Of Small SpacesFireblossomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07040525704916368792noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-30995914410929823182013-02-01T14:54:57.553-05:002013-02-01T14:54:57.553-05:00I still find this breathtakingly beautiful. "...I still find this breathtakingly beautiful. "Verbal as a Siamese" just tears me up.Maude Lynnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03669688074743095866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-40196238694452204912013-01-30T05:15:37.704-05:002013-01-30T05:15:37.704-05:00Verbal as a Siamese,
and aching for your slightest...<i>Verbal as a Siamese,<br />and aching for your slightest touch,<br />I put on the soft black shoes of my persistent, hopeless desire,</i><br /><br />Good lord, Woman, your really <i>are</i> in a class by yourself, as one mentioned above. This is shorter than much of your poetry, and every word is perfection, and no other words are needed. You are more than gifted.Lydiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11135393270656573516noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-17859841671007088022013-01-29T19:15:28.871-05:002013-01-29T19:15:28.871-05:00You've written a love poem and didn't have...You've written a love poem and didn't have to write about pwetty fwowers. Great imagery, vulnerable sentiment - and who de hell is Neeroodah anyways?Buddah Moskowitzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06839068145732552328noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-75865056354947422242013-01-29T18:41:09.292-05:002013-01-29T18:41:09.292-05:00{{{sigh}}} nobody... i mean NOBODY writes love poe...{{{sigh}}} nobody... i mean NOBODY writes love poems like you do! there are no words to describe how wonderful this is! one woman's trifles are another woman's treasures.<br /><br />{then you go and label it "dreamers wandering around in traffic" ~ you nut!}<br /><br />♥ Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-51317536700178214512013-01-29T13:36:27.947-05:002013-01-29T13:36:27.947-05:00This is just lovely, Shay. Really terrific. The ...This is just lovely, Shay. Really terrific. The ache and the desire, and the humility. k. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-57011090853650087932013-01-29T12:01:20.127-05:002013-01-29T12:01:20.127-05:00Trying again without the typonese and garble:
I f...Trying again without the typonese and garble:<br /><br />I fell in love with this when I saw the title, and each line just made me want to get a heart-shaped tattoo even more. The Neruda comes through in those black shoes, a bit, but the feet in them are definitely Fireblossom's. There is a sense of compression with all that yearning, but only in the way juice is pressed from the fruit ripe and willing to release it. No one writes this sort of thing like you, Shay. I am lucky to live here in a world that is redeemed because I can read it.hedgewitchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13090696134322515899noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-75461799424122548052013-01-29T11:57:14.018-05:002013-01-29T11:57:14.018-05:00This comment has been removed by the author.hedgewitchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13090696134322515899noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-29169639487820908822013-01-29T11:14:39.079-05:002013-01-29T11:14:39.079-05:00Excellent.
"one ripe plum on a clean white c...Excellent.<br /><br />"one ripe plum on a clean white counter"<br />"August moonlight for my hair"<br />"these are all I claim"<br />"I filled a vase with love poems folded from crimson blooms"<br />"aching for your slightest touch,<br />I put on the soft black shoes of my persistent, hopeless desire"<br />"to come haunting your door at dawn, offering you everything"<br />"these trifles,<br />all I have"<br /><br />The queen of small spaces is miserable---no queen at all---with only a tiny corner to call her own. (And yet, she offers even that to her beloved.) How well you have conveyed her truth. Such a humble spirit you have presented. Beautiful work, as always, Shay.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-80819649696746632912013-01-29T10:51:42.763-05:002013-01-29T10:51:42.763-05:00One night, near the end of Summer,
I filled a vase...One night, near the end of Summer,<br />I filled a vase with love poems folded from crimson blooms.<br /><br />Verbal as a Saimese,<br />and aching for your slightest touch,<br />I put on the soft black shoes of my persistent, hopeless desire,<br /><br />sorry to quote back half your poem shay but there is where the heart is for me...with a tender pen you write it...love it...Brian Millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00722940075884718007noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-48970754799610323962013-01-29T10:29:43.469-05:002013-01-29T10:29:43.469-05:00Every single poem - lines that make my hold my bre...Every single poem - lines that make my hold my breath and wonder: how do you do it? For instance, the love poems folded from crimson blooms.......and the "soft black shoes of my persistent, hopeless desire". WOW.Sherry Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10769154286598233146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-77644426145521641082013-01-29T10:11:23.026-05:002013-01-29T10:11:23.026-05:00"dime store Neruda"?
You're in a cl..."dime store Neruda"?<br /><br />You're in a class of your own, lady!Kerry O'Connorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00720862912375945249noreply@blogger.com