tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post9189074679015040776..comments2024-03-28T09:11:04.513-04:00Comments on Shay's Word Garden (Poetry & Such Like): MedievalFireblossomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07040525704916368792noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-83365206127778046102012-04-30T22:24:46.853-04:002012-04-30T22:24:46.853-04:00Sure, pick on the religious hypocrites! That's...Sure, pick on the religious hypocrites! That's just shooting fish in a barrel. Loved "hot as a dying star" - and yes, there is much good in you - and if you are damned then we is all damned too, as we have all whored and loved in our own not-so-secret ways. Shay-shay- you are the rill thang and I luvs you for it - your pal, the modest moskBuddah Moskowitzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06839068145732552328noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-66739294135560556992012-04-30T18:11:02.227-04:002012-04-30T18:11:02.227-04:00Love the mix of old and new. You even managed to t...Love the mix of old and new. You even managed to take the phrase "going medieval on my ass" which I've gotten so tired of hearing, and turned it on its head! I kneel at your feet, dear.Lolamousehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12508347229501155001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-8038610369222433142012-04-30T16:13:08.799-04:002012-04-30T16:13:08.799-04:00You, woman, have surely lived other lives. This is...You, woman, have surely lived other lives. This is so story-like, yet so real. "He was as hot as a dying star" has to be one of the best lines ever written. Brilliant, Shay.Lydiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11135393270656573516noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-66407385463628719992012-04-30T11:36:35.187-04:002012-04-30T11:36:35.187-04:00I think you just went medievil on our ass...whew. ...I think you just went medievil on our ass...whew. I just love the "churchman" that conjures up some great images and is an immediate piss off....oh and the French disease...lol, you rocked it.Herotomosthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11486093602914824276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-32823492873855305952012-04-30T09:02:55.483-04:002012-04-30T09:02:55.483-04:00love .. its occasionally like ripping off a scab ....love .. its occasionally like ripping off a scab .. other times its soothing aloe on scorched skin .. either way its amazingDarylhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08241795455748298624noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-86221443238981927082012-04-29T21:08:44.595-04:002012-04-29T21:08:44.595-04:00"When I settled him against my hip,
He was as..."When I settled him against my hip,<br />He was as hot as a dying star."<br /><br />I really enjoyed this poem, Shay and this bit really made me stop, a unique way to express here. Thank you!Hannahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10124956200834969600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-60203807110265424292012-04-29T18:43:57.000-04:002012-04-29T18:43:57.000-04:00Past and present...so much stays the same!Past and present...so much stays the same!Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07366010389846904663noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-42056335734112156962012-04-29T16:47:58.297-04:002012-04-29T16:47:58.297-04:00Very cool and yes, shocking.Very cool and yes, shocking.Lynnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13984802196897920610noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-16044814766800984022012-04-29T15:20:00.278-04:002012-04-29T15:20:00.278-04:00Ruth is right, if we don't love, we never feel...Ruth is right, if we don't love, we never feel that kind of pain.<br />Your poem is shocking and sad at the same time, Shay, you do that sort of thing so beautifully, and I'm always impressed with your skill.<br />KKay L. Davieshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09966266404058177742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-9194236296127763162012-04-29T13:35:23.023-04:002012-04-29T13:35:23.023-04:00Love the story - your words really led me on... an...Love the story - your words really led me on... and the conclusion like a sudden smack in the third eye (or thereabouts) - of course! it's love that damns us every timeAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-5466894458416539682012-04-29T13:33:40.744-04:002012-04-29T13:33:40.744-04:00This is utterly breathtaking. Those last lines, es...This is utterly breathtaking. Those last lines, especially. <br />I did one for the Toads photo prompt. The link below is NOT it, but one I think you may like, since it's in this knightly vein: <br /><br />http://whimsygizmo.wordpress.com/2012/04/25/of-kings/De Jacksonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04798544585779003567noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-90835827290372582852012-04-29T10:03:25.229-04:002012-04-29T10:03:25.229-04:00Those last lines. Wow, Shay.Those last lines. Wow, Shay.Maude Lynnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03669688074743095866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-27410575243051644262012-04-29T09:07:41.628-04:002012-04-29T09:07:41.628-04:00Shay, I always feel wealthier after reading you.
...Shay, I always feel wealthier after reading you. <br /><br />Do your butterfly wings flutter rapidly or slowly depending on the creative piece your heart and mind, your soul, depicts?<br /><br />Do you hover and foat while you write?<br /><br />Sabroso, mi belleza amigaMarcoantonio Arellano (Nene)https://www.blogger.com/profile/10713672589582754484noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-49061817751328882882012-04-29T08:08:28.823-04:002012-04-29T08:08:28.823-04:00Hedgewitch said it perfectly. This poem captured s...Hedgewitch said it perfectly. This poem captured so well the (modified) saying: Same Shit, Different Century. It was a real bitch being a woman then, and it's still a bitch.Sioux Roslawskihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17924021828536277618noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-41064301287176499542012-04-29T07:24:55.811-04:002012-04-29T07:24:55.811-04:00Very nice Shay, I specially like the last 3 lines....Very nice Shay, I specially like the last 3 lines. The scene of the little son, dying on the straw bed, tore my heart.Gracehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02213172239590722747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-5293047688101620542012-04-29T02:52:19.801-04:002012-04-29T02:52:19.801-04:00Times may change but people don't, nor does a ...Times may change but people don't, nor does a tragic life story fit into any particular century. These words resound from past to present in their intensity of human pain.Kerry O'Connorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00720862912375945249noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-27475545520745305152012-04-29T00:44:18.618-04:002012-04-29T00:44:18.618-04:00This hit hard..like Hedgewitch said I too like th...This hit hard..like Hedgewitch said I too like the mixture of medieval and modern speech. I think because there are those who still have that attitude.Susie Clevengerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09239990133754328967noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-38955299877676725932012-04-28T23:48:12.287-04:002012-04-28T23:48:12.287-04:00Wowzers, kiddo. Blisters on the screen, this one s...Wowzers, kiddo. Blisters on the screen, this one sizzles.Sherry Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10769154286598233146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-35567696066541644832012-04-28T22:32:44.020-04:002012-04-28T22:32:44.020-04:00The mix of modern language and medieval circumstan...The mix of modern language and medieval circumstance and feel is a jolt that makes the happenings in this poem intensely real--more so than if you'd used a more conventional structure, I think, because the whole point is that despite wearing different outfits, everything's the bloody same as it ever was. Last lines are piercing as a lance, red as the red death.hedgewitchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13090696134322515899noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-56804004471942091802012-04-28T22:14:37.741-04:002012-04-28T22:14:37.741-04:00Wow. This is really sad and strangely poignant fo...Wow. This is really sad and strangely poignant for my day.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com