tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post8902884507333180293..comments2024-03-28T17:44:41.989-04:00Comments on Shay's Word Garden (Poetry & Such Like): The Betrayal Of The FleshFireblossomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07040525704916368792noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-18610576011821445142012-04-02T00:24:54.321-04:002012-04-02T00:24:54.321-04:00This isn't just a poem... this is a full lengt...This isn't just a poem... this is a full length feature movie... How do you pack so much in a few stanzas? Have you ever thought of writing a book?Margarethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00007201357693227614noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-53205038194500580382012-04-01T11:10:59.531-04:002012-04-01T11:10:59.531-04:00Like a subtitled movie filmed in sepia....great ch...Like a subtitled movie filmed in sepia....great characterization, the start to novel I think. Reminded me of a particular episode of Northern Exposure for some reason, funny how things interconnect sometimes.Herotomosthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11486093602914824276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-89109798828106850452012-04-01T00:15:22.528-04:002012-04-01T00:15:22.528-04:00"Words lose themselves before they reach my l..."Words lose themselves before they reach my lips."<br />You are so stinking talented.... again, you blow me away.<br />xo jjJoanna Jenkinshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10836376588710862173noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-3743588088962817272012-03-31T16:00:28.321-04:002012-03-31T16:00:28.321-04:00You have created a character I can see, feel, and ...You have created a character I can see, feel, and hear. She was slammed by prejudice that even her talent couldn't overcome...marvelous pieceSusie Clevengerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09239990133754328967noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-20415537628033364932012-03-31T09:26:35.831-04:002012-03-31T09:26:35.831-04:00Cold and tired resonated with me. This chick has ...Cold and tired resonated with me. This chick has thyroid disease, she needs some hormones stat.<br /><br />Well doneEllahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06070952447277684613noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-65893155917180562552012-03-31T04:39:15.804-04:002012-03-31T04:39:15.804-04:00In your carousel of selves a surprising sea-horse ...In your carousel of selves a surprising sea-horse so frequently surfaces, fresh-minted and so satisfying to read even though the eloquence is almost painful on the tongue. The heart has no place in the market, and its speech -- we'll call it poetry, OK? is fairly useless, even foreign, in the everyday. And though the ever-lovin' spirit is exuberant, the flesh is weak, especially its coin the tongue, which seems too often to betray the spirit getting the exchange rate down. But whattayagonado, with angelic currencies in a foreclosed land? Ah well. Though the diva's tale leapt from the second half, I read it in the poem entire. No distinction necessary between the persona of the first five stanzas and the last three. Loved it. - BrendanAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-61111867597881578232012-03-31T04:10:20.329-04:002012-03-31T04:10:20.329-04:00When I go to the opera it takes only moments after...When I go to the opera it takes only moments after an opening scene for me to begin my flight around the room. It's the only way I can describe the nearly-out-of-body sensation I have during those productions, and no other place. Except just now, here.Lydiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11135393270656573516noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-34925508383772968792012-03-30T21:39:37.836-04:002012-03-30T21:39:37.836-04:00This . . . this is so good that you share her sham...This . . . this is so good that you share her shame and hurt. That's all I know to say.Maude Lynnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03669688074743095866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-41085830314349875352012-03-30T21:00:09.070-04:002012-03-30T21:00:09.070-04:00I love this one as well. You bring the personal in...I love this one as well. You bring the personal into the more universal and weave it into a fabulous story. I could subsist on your poetry instead of food (as long as I had my Diet Coke!)Lolamousehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12508347229501155001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-36261489790496873342012-03-30T20:41:48.315-04:002012-03-30T20:41:48.315-04:00So very sad that that someone who did not speak th...So very sad that that someone who did not speak the same language is thought to lack intelligence!Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07366010389846904663noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-32274132825497385172012-03-30T20:41:01.389-04:002012-03-30T20:41:01.389-04:00What a truth you've revealed. I hope those gu...What a truth you've revealed. I hope those guys learned not to judge.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-9544639402215588722012-03-30T20:17:58.447-04:002012-03-30T20:17:58.447-04:00This is truly gorgeous. I love reading you tale-li...This is truly gorgeous. I love reading you tale-like poems, you're a storyteller. <3Kenia Santoshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12893148474912410033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-61564219276860865402012-03-30T16:21:21.721-04:002012-03-30T16:21:21.721-04:00This is one of my favorites; I just love this part...This is one of my favorites; I just love this part:<br /><br />"Certain words<br />Beat me before I spoke them--<br />People said, sharply, 'Speak up!' until I went mute as a stone."<br /><br />The story at the end speaks volumes.<br /><br />~Shawna<br />rosemarymint.wordpress.com✿https://www.blogger.com/profile/01044032159371976375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-69886566761578440352012-03-30T16:16:26.505-04:002012-03-30T16:16:26.505-04:00I wonder why it's always been that we humans a...I wonder why it's always been that we humans always tend to fear, or mock that which we don't understand.<br />How sad for the diva to be thought of as such and yet she was able to make them weep with the beauty of her voice.<br />What a lovely read.Daydreamerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04139175719967937843noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-41331942273019644842012-03-30T15:53:30.982-04:002012-03-30T15:53:30.982-04:00I'm always surprised at the depth and details ...I'm always surprised at the depth and details you manage to work into your pieces, and effortlessly so...Evelynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03773200135330787188noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-80733546732518585982012-03-30T15:37:50.738-04:002012-03-30T15:37:50.738-04:00please please please submit please this PERFECT PO...please please please submit please this PERFECT POEM to the New Yorker and a thousand other meadows to bloom in the light of SO many MEs who need to recognize ourselves<br />again Please-<br /><br /><br />"Poetry is a big space and I love it." <br /><br />" There's the space that you soar into, the space that you sometimes break through to, and hang in. A sort of gasp or gap. "<br /><br /> Selima HillCloudiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05853753108637831069noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-35984085379444716542012-03-30T14:09:31.611-04:002012-03-30T14:09:31.611-04:00Sad to be judged by our inability to communicate a...Sad to be judged by our inability to communicate as other's would have us. But we find our way, don't we Shay?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-37473834812982539522012-03-30T13:42:14.450-04:002012-03-30T13:42:14.450-04:00Great portrait, both the singer and the narrator. ...Great portrait, both the singer and the narrator. Do you feel like the singer sometimes? Fully expressing yourself only through your art? I know I do. Thank you for this lovely song.Tawnya Smithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16192389666581761739noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-89671758819576253892012-03-30T12:00:39.555-04:002012-03-30T12:00:39.555-04:00A poem I can relate to in so many ways, and the sa...A poem I can relate to in so many ways, and the sad story at the end just makes me weep for the cruelty of people. Great write, as usual!Mystic_Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00099062213372011260noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-41537683371861996362012-03-30T10:48:37.912-04:002012-03-30T10:48:37.912-04:00Love that music - it goes great with the poem.Love that music - it goes great with the poem.Lynnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13984802196897920610noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-12341575241402998362012-03-30T10:36:50.609-04:002012-03-30T10:36:50.609-04:00I am swept away by your story telling ability not ...I am swept away by your story telling ability not to speak of your creative writing skill. <br /><br />I grew up in a household exposed to Mario Lanza, mothers' favorite male operetist. She, mother, was a professional stage singer and performer in Mexico in the ninteen forties/fifties.<br /><br />I appreciate this story, GraciasMarcoantonio Arellano (Nene)https://www.blogger.com/profile/10713672589582754484noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-10806288320696791442012-03-30T10:16:57.277-04:002012-03-30T10:16:57.277-04:00So amazing what you've done, Shay, truly! I lo...So amazing what you've done, Shay, truly! I love this,<br /><br />"And now again, when I am cold or tired,<br />Words lose themselves before they reach my lips.<br /><br />It makes me feel small and stupid,<br />Though I have taught my hands to speak<br />In languages no one else can touch."<br /><br /><br />So MUCH! Really enjoyed all of your poem, very thought provoking, thank you.Hannahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10124956200834969600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-51452398863302803892012-03-30T08:03:07.751-04:002012-03-30T08:03:07.751-04:00Great tale..makes me think of all those with inner...Great tale..makes me think of all those with inner gifts that are not seen.ayalahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13243362803799877014noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-21509509408214345722012-03-30T03:31:39.444-04:002012-03-30T03:31:39.444-04:00What a gorgeous poem, Shay.
(And I'm wonderin...What a gorgeous poem, Shay.<br /><br />(And I'm wondering how can Kerry choose this one as one of her favorites? I TRY to do that, but then the next day, another poem rears its head as worthy of the label "favorite." And then the next day, the same thing happens...)Sioux Roslawskihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17924021828536277618noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-44813974646376050442012-03-30T03:21:08.285-04:002012-03-30T03:21:08.285-04:00This is an instant favourite, not favourite like t...This is an instant favourite, not favourite like the chocolate I prefer over a different brand, but as in this is one of the best things I've read, so good, it goes into the top drawer of my mind and lives there forever.<br /><br />I am used to your dry wit, your deprecating tone, the way pleasure and pain may become confused but here you have shown a deep empathy for the gifted individual whose language is not understood, who feels the need to constantly translate every thought and emotion in a way that 'others' can understand, or remain forever isolated. Yet, when such a person reveals the gift, it is the 'others' who are dumb-founded.<br />If ever you publish your work, remember that this one is Kerry's choice.Kerry O'Connorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00720862912375945249noreply@blogger.com