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always in the end I ask
why not?
and you like the others wretch
at the idea of ‘friends’
how can what was once so tightly knit
now become a knotted mess tossed
no, burnt and fearfully stomped
how does “if I can’t fuck you then
I fuckin’ hate you” make sense
who erased the grey?
or is it an island like Lemuria
sunk into oblivion bay
off the coast of what once was
soon to be lost in the folklore of extremes
nothing between dragons and queens
no room for me
I, who closed my legs and decided not
to share my refrigerator
now a traitor?
haphazardly raft-strapped and water-logged
send me off to where the blues become gray
down with the Lemurians
where love lives outside the lines
and lovers are allowed to change their minds
because they’ve learned the ebb and flow of things
that growing is change, and change is expected
like the hermit crab who leaves her shell
her evolution accepted as she seeks out a better fit
no shell ever hated the exiting crab
and the hermit loved them all from smallest to big
as if they all played parts in a prewritten story
scribed upon the sand by the sea herself
maybe if I grew a tail you would no longer see
what you can’t have but instead
what I’ve become
love me again as the sister of your soul
if you could read hermit tracks you would see
it’s one great web connecting us for lifetimes
but you can’t read them
and instead wish me washed
upon those grey grains marooned
with only my high ideals for friends
Dark Angel 
Amazing poem! Caught in the binary bind of “if I can’t… then I hate you!” If he was only eight inches in, that means he was never that into you, apparently. Better to continue to look for true friends, I think. Nice piece! Pun intended…
Oh my! 🙂 Thanks Charles.
I like this a lot. The hermit crab comparison is inspired! The whole thing reminds me a little bit of Joni Mitchell’s song that goes, “It seems such a shame; we start off so kind just to end so heartlessly”. The last line of your poem says a great deal, and carries a bittersweet sting.
I’m gonna have to go look up at that song. I’m glad you like the ending. I was afraid it was too simple.
It’s called “See You Some Time” and is on the For The Roses cd.
Youtubing it, thanks!
You dive deeply into the deep, too often lightless places where love changes to something else–sometimes hate, born of pride, which is always the enemy of love, the dragon to the queen, to borrow your words. You really bring it home with the hermit crab metaphor–it’s a sad fact that too often we outgrow the fit and leave emptiness behind us because we have no choice. Beautiful, sorrowful, insightful, DA.
Thanks Hedge! I will probably die surrounded by women who love me and men who have learned to hate me.
There are worse fates. ;_)
I had the feeling that this piece came from deep within. We have forgotten the spiritual teachings of Lemuria. I can really connect with this. I have visited a lot of Poetry blogs and sites. Yours is fast becoming my Favorite.
May I repost this to my blog?
Sure, I’m glad it resonated with you. 🙂
Thankyou.
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I’m honored; thank you!
I love your style – raw emotions with an bad-ass attitude that is transformed into the type of poetic verse I can relate to on the deepest of levels. Great work and loved the reading as well.
Hi Shiela. I LOVE being called a bad-ass… mostly because I’m not. 😉
dang…raw and in your face…love the fierce voice and the allusion to the hermit crabs and the crab exiting the shell, spot on…really like the plea toward the end as well…
maybe if I grew a tail you would no longer see
what you can’t have but instead
what I’ve become
love me again as the sister of your soul
it is hard to make that change…
Apparently it is a hard change for some Brian. I’m wired different I guess. I love em all in a namaste sorta way, just don’t want them back in my bed. Frustrates the hell outta me.
maybe if I grew a tail you would no longer see
what you can’t have but instead
what I’ve become
love me again as the sister of your soul……..
A wonderful write! Beautiful!
Thanks Ayala. I’m so glad you like this one 🙂
Strong message here.
Hi Laurie! Thanks for the read.
Liked it just as much the second time, DA. Last stanza hit me a bit more this go-round. That web of affinity, attraction, seems so hard for some not to snap and fall right out.
I never got around to linking last week… I’ve been in a sorta time warp this summer. I’m not looking for a snap but after a few years?
how does “if I can’t fuck you then
I fuckin’ hate you” make sense
how true! – & yet how often have those words (or something similar) been said… or thought… by erstwhile lovers, people who can’t read the web. it def does not make sense.
Yeah I just don’t get the all or nothing, as if love can not live outside of sex. Kinda childish in my thinking.
no shell ever hated the exiting crab
and the hermit loved them all from smallest to big
as if they all played parts in a prewritten story
scribed upon the sand by the sea herself… very honest and real write…so difficult as well…one changes and the other does not want to see it… i think it needs much to stay soulmates…some manage though…there’s hope..
My Dad married his “soulmate” on his third try. By that time he was not the same person he was when he married my mother though. My step-mom #2’s husband used to stay over with his new wife in our home. They were all great friends. My Dad is the one who taught me to love the grey.
this is so well done, such a tough topic, that line that gets drawn between love and hate, sometimes, time heals enough to allow something better, sometimes, not. for many, self-preservation takes over.
the hermit crab was perfect here.
Thanks Kelly. I was charmed by the hermit crabs in mass on the beaches in Costa Rica. There would be hundreds at a time creating a web off scratches in the sand. So thick you’d have to walk around to avoid treading on them.
Fascinating, deep and thought provoking, really well constructed, awesome job here!
Thanks OLLO. Loved yours too!
Love the hermit crab image. I have to ask with you, why not?
I hadn’t noticed but now I do… I started with a why in my post and you ended with one in yours. 🙂
🙂
Nice use of the hermit crab to denote change and moving ~ Like the message here ~
Thanks Heaven. You never know where you might find a metaphor.
Hey
great reading 😀 . . . smart craft – loved the balancing twist of the ideas within . . .
the hermit crab is perfect and you explored it so well – snatching the power back
with a subtle touch . . . you diluted my twotone 😀
God, haven’t thought of the term two-tone since print making class in college…. and that was a l o n g time ago.
Thanks for coming by for a read 🙂
Deep. I love your style here. Cheers !
Thank you!
So honest and raw… I feel connected to it. Especially this
“if I can’t fuck you then
I fuckin’ hate you”
Why does this have to be so true?
At least I’m not the only one that thinks its unreasonable.
Nope… I refuse to be that person you go to only when you need sex. I’m more than that.
And I am more than my refrigerator 😛
honest, raw, dark. trade mark you.
😀
not everybody can live in the grey–visit maybe–but live…
a heartfelt piece.
All shades from white to black are necessary for full saturation I think.
That image is super cool. These are my favorite parts:
“who erased the grey?”
“soon to be lost in the folklore of extremes
dragons and queens no room for me”
“where love lives outside the lines
and lovers are allowed to change their minds”
Thanks Shawna. I always enjoy seeing what your favorites are.
The depth of the sea, the depth of that love/hate that can turn on a dime, and usually about sex from the man’s viewpoint… if I can’t have you I hate you, too often told. I love how the shell never hates its inhabitant, even when the hermit crab leaves for a “better fit.” This took emotion and morphed into an underwater domain. Brill! Amy
Thanks Amy. I’m glad you came by for a read.
I, who closed my legs and decided not
to share my refrigerator, now a traitor
raft-strapped haphazard and water-logged >> great lines right here
Thank you Sir 🙂