tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post8760702812910400646..comments2024-03-28T17:44:41.989-04:00Comments on Shay's Word Garden (Poetry & Such Like): A Man Fireblossomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07040525704916368792noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-28796049487796257712022-12-09T11:31:08.170-05:002022-12-09T11:31:08.170-05:00Behold the contrast between patriarchy and matriar...Behold the contrast between patriarchy and matriarchy, the one with its moral trinkets and circus bestiary, and the other its nested songs and creative births. An unsettling diatribe. Brilliant poetry.Dorahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10924099003278944038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-8377935153599457552022-12-07T14:28:42.287-05:002022-12-07T14:28:42.287-05:00The imagery in this poem is perfection my friend! ...The imagery in this poem is perfection my friend! This is why I am certain you will end up in the school books of famous poets one day. I love the way you have made me envision both silence and words here. Your poetry is a scream that lands on the ears and the heart as a gorgeous sigh. Carrie Van Hornhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11715648073882529202noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-13730048422050302822022-12-03T13:17:25.092-05:002022-12-03T13:17:25.092-05:00STUNNING. So stunning. Sometimes you encapsulate...STUNNING. So stunning. Sometimes you encapsulate such nuggets of power and beauty and this poem has them. The whole of the last stanza especially is pure *kisses fingers* from start to finish.Sunra Rainzhttps://sunrarainz.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-87504632748429769382022-12-03T10:10:09.883-05:002022-12-03T10:10:09.883-05:00"The birds inside my throat stayed silent but..."The birds inside my throat stayed silent but I could feel their wings flutter." What an awesome response to the words in the first stanza, for I felt something the same as I read them and contemplated how many humans hold such horrible darkness and dont mind spreading it. The alphabets like pets - well, the entire poem - is one only you could write. Amazing.Sherry Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01926508656571639801noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-61311895988529531612022-12-03T08:51:40.915-05:002022-12-03T08:51:40.915-05:00Wow. Just wow. And we will gladly take "bargi...Wow. Just wow. And we will gladly take "bargin bin Crane" any day, LOL! "Three times that season, / my eyes / became eggs / and fell to my / throat/ / nest." Amazing. Then the birth of those fledglings into words, flight. And you were an aviary... wow.qbithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08373768695201177514noreply@blogger.com