tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post949428555140988450..comments2024-03-29T07:11:54.743-04:00Comments on Shay's Word Garden (Poetry & Such Like): PythiaFireblossomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07040525704916368792noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-32483418158053921372017-01-29T04:06:13.433-05:002017-01-29T04:06:13.433-05:00Surrender to the natural flow, it's easier...Surrender to the natural flow, it's easier...Shadowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05999801833389058410noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-88257399974239521832017-01-26T10:24:08.048-05:002017-01-26T10:24:08.048-05:00Just standing and applauding.Just standing and applauding.Maude Lynnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03669688074743095866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-38654462530828768822017-01-24T16:25:36.636-05:002017-01-24T16:25:36.636-05:00~ no idea what I'm saying, but free to say it ...~ no idea what I'm saying, but free to say it and unencumbered by wondering what you'll think. Takes a ton of effort to arrive at this place ~ thank you for writing it.Helenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16619199535376925989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-3291642017349099452017-01-23T13:25:11.623-05:002017-01-23T13:25:11.623-05:00My goodness, this is absolutely incredibly penned,...My goodness, this is absolutely incredibly penned, Shay!💜 Especially love "Nonetheless, the itch remains, a wind in my ear, a crawly under the pillow case, the world's most beautiful bubo blooming in places where the poems are kept. Listen, they say, listen to us.." sigh...💜Sanaa Rizvihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06681404650477409830noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-7772956412344468972017-01-23T07:28:26.152-05:002017-01-23T07:28:26.152-05:00I agree with Sarah, I never met-a-phor I didn'...I agree with Sarah, I never met-a-phor I didn't like (or a pun) but yours are especially grand.Other Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09189646933597252108noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-91158546057249952422017-01-22T23:34:03.028-05:002017-01-22T23:34:03.028-05:00'Mama croc is dead, my lovers rolled away like...'Mama croc is dead, my lovers rolled away like an aftershock,<br />and I've never been happier, but the vapors find their way up<br />through cracks in the foundation.' <br /><br />Outstanding metaphors in this excellent poem.purplepeninportland.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07842681508730093858noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-47965363780619843272017-01-22T21:28:18.566-05:002017-01-22T21:28:18.566-05:00perfect musical accompaniment, too ~perfect musical accompaniment, too ~grapelinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14929030339206629628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-30253147764189848082017-01-22T14:47:24.795-05:002017-01-22T14:47:24.795-05:00deserves deeps digestion and gestation...deserves deeps digestion and gestation...Cloudiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05853753108637831069noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-4899779747778971782017-01-22T12:40:26.576-05:002017-01-22T12:40:26.576-05:00no idea what I'm saying,
but free to say it a...no idea what I'm saying, <br />but free to say it and unencumbered by wondering what you'll think.<br /><br />I am captured by the serendipity of this line because it is exactly what I thought when I wrote my own poem this morning.. These voices of ours must be friends.<br /><br />:)Kerry O'Connorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00720862912375945249noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-19049401916392576252017-01-22T12:20:46.928-05:002017-01-22T12:20:46.928-05:00I wonder if the purpose of an Oracle is not really...I wonder if the purpose of an Oracle is not really what is said but what it means when listened to... But the great empires will crumble anyway if the river is crossed.brudberghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12563403553536472377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-71140517533345942882017-01-22T11:41:28.515-05:002017-01-22T11:41:28.515-05:00Surely the last sibyl was exhilirated to find all ...Surely the last sibyl was exhilirated to find all the priests of Delphi splitsville, not to mentioned the goosing invective of Apollo: Down from the mountain, things are quieter, smaller, as you say, scaled back. Maybe now we'll the earth the f**ck alone. Thanks for joining in the challenge; everything shines here with a human light.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-20305262386142880722017-01-22T10:46:42.966-05:002017-01-22T10:46:42.966-05:00I resonate with the peacefulness that comes when o...I resonate with the peacefulness that comes when one has given us all the angst.......and also with the vapors coming up through the floorboards. A great write. Loved it.Sherry Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10769154286598233146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-90403768277179360012017-01-22T10:07:31.411-05:002017-01-22T10:07:31.411-05:00There's a great freedom that comes with loss, ...There's a great freedom that comes with loss, but the crawlies remain. An exquisite poem, Shay, that echoes in the empty spaces love once filled with its adorable diamond-coated excrement. I love every line. My voices are so dim I can barely hear them any more--this human document written in gall and blood leaves us to wonder whether that is the worst or best thing of all.hedgewitchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13090696134322515899noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-42358216705418750182017-01-22T09:54:28.879-05:002017-01-22T09:54:28.879-05:00"They are white and hollow, and have nothing ..."They are white and hollow, and have nothing to say.<br />I shake them; they grin and nod, just as they did in life, but the best thing is<br />that they now lack any flesh, and cannot shit me like before,<br />cannot use curve and skin to make me stupid<br />and set me to my writing like a trained seal clapping."<br /><br />Shay--this stanza made me think of someone white (or rather orange) and hollow who had quite a day on Friday. I love Sam Cooke's song, but I wasn't hoping for THIS change...Sioux Roslawskihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17924021828536277618noreply@blogger.com