tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post8396666735219443818..comments2024-03-29T03:09:23.361-04:00Comments on Shay's Word Garden (Poetry & Such Like): TransferenceFireblossomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07040525704916368792noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-75648379229888242212010-05-27T22:13:00.300-04:002010-05-27T22:13:00.300-04:00you are goOD!you are goOD!Cloudiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05853753108637831069noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-53925976913318878942010-05-27T12:19:59.810-04:002010-05-27T12:19:59.810-04:00When I saw the title my mind went down an entirely...When I saw the title my mind went down an entirely different path, but you brought me back around before the end.<br /><br />In every interaction a little of "them" stays with "us" -- and vice versa.<br /><br />The image of the newspaper reminds me of my childhood, when we lived in a tent made of newspaper in the middle of the street and foraged for sticks and leaves.Mojohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03498213932233245032noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-79845209822026410652010-05-27T10:19:41.527-04:002010-05-27T10:19:41.527-04:00oh i want a poem on 'counter-transference'...oh i want a poem on 'counter-transference' now! ;) love it! xKelly https://www.blogger.com/profile/16136234174682473917noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-8386337863293616592010-05-27T01:48:21.627-04:002010-05-27T01:48:21.627-04:00I'll admit it, I am not one for poetry. It'...I'll admit it, I am not one for poetry. It's hard for me to relate, but this poem was excellent and resonated with me. Nice job !Senoritahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13075972193214414769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-34080018398266652242010-05-26T22:35:59.628-04:002010-05-26T22:35:59.628-04:00Love it.
As a matter of fact,I think I have a lit...Love it.<br /><br />As a matter of fact,I think I have a little ink left under one of my finger nails these days ;)Tabitha.Montgomeryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07462651710980805568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-14667825535443216622010-05-26T21:59:25.841-04:002010-05-26T21:59:25.841-04:00Great poem and great metaphor. How did you think o...Great poem and great metaphor. How did you think of this one?Riot Kittyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02725825736285347870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-66637346498826335562010-05-26T21:51:19.275-04:002010-05-26T21:51:19.275-04:00Oh I love this poem. New paint on an old door is a...Oh I love this poem. New paint on an old door is a powerful metaphor. One could go places with that hey :)Tabitha Birdhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08196816108272065974noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-4597514112947681992010-05-26T14:26:20.418-04:002010-05-26T14:26:20.418-04:00I've got old paint on a new door.I've got old paint on a new door.Elizabeth Bradleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03150221675618198674noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-59920991313897734842010-05-26T14:13:42.301-04:002010-05-26T14:13:42.301-04:00The examined life...
Aloha from Waikiki, Fri...The examined life...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Aloha from Waikiki, Friend<br /><br /><a href="http://comfortspiral.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow">Comfort Spiral</a>Cloudiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05853753108637831069noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-14928511243046286272010-05-26T13:03:00.172-04:002010-05-26T13:03:00.172-04:00That first line is brilliant.That first line is brilliant.Maude Lynnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03669688074743095866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-30205746182476125392010-05-26T11:28:17.923-04:002010-05-26T11:28:17.923-04:00Layers of life ... colors of dreams ...Layers of life ... colors of dreams ...Darylhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08241795455748298624noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-90612393957381507922010-05-26T10:48:39.843-04:002010-05-26T10:48:39.843-04:00After all the work, I suppose a time comes to walk...After all the work, I suppose a time comes to walk through.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-83005680298876024522010-05-26T10:01:52.528-04:002010-05-26T10:01:52.528-04:00I like this poem. It also makes me think of unpac...I like this poem. It also makes me think of unpacking boxes packed long ago and smoothing out the newspaper wrapping.Lynnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13984802196897920610noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-26802041815642020542010-05-26T09:11:35.745-04:002010-05-26T09:11:35.745-04:00This was such an interesting poem, Shay. As layere...This was such an interesting poem, Shay. As layered as the paint...TALONhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03205633556998220372noreply@blogger.com