Topic: Hermit Crab
Differentkindofwench's photo
Mon 07/20/09 12:55 PM
Hermit Crab

The time has finally come,
My dear,
To cast away this shell.

The room has grown
Somewhat sparse, I fear,
And fit’s too tight to lug.

Out from under
My form must wander
My baggage held within.

'Til I find the form
That fit’s my new norm
And can display my house, again.

Differentkindofwench's photo
Mon 07/20/09 01:25 PM
Edited by Differentkindofwench on Mon 07/20/09 01:30 PM
Diddy's of Dementia

The skin of calves
can become
a book in leather bound.

But only if
an author chooses
to write as his thoughts expound.

The meat within
those bodies of calves
will neither go to waste.

Prepared as food
by carnivores
re-veal'ed as sustenance, post haste!

hmmm, perhaps revealed as veal
but is the meal for the gut or mind
is up for man's debate.

LAMom's photo
Mon 07/20/09 01:26 PM
She lay Un-Clothed
Reminiscing, Picture'd shell
Weight of worlds
Rest upon the shelf
Frame'd, Perfect perfections of an Un-Perfection
Again, the birth of the Norm
Cast'd aside
Abstract-Obstructed
Home
Un-Clothed
Yet
Perfect:heart:

Differentkindofwench's photo
Mon 07/20/09 01:28 PM
smooched

Differentkindofwench's photo
Mon 07/20/09 02:09 PM
Riding life's train's caboose,
The inner Wench is running loose
Rolling in fragments of Dr. Seuss.

Giddily googling goofy stuff
enhances expansion of her brain.
While watchers wag their knowing heads,
The Wench has gone insane!

Her laughter pealing
in her wake.
She'd stop, you know,
but can't find the brake.

As the train rolls steadily on.


sweetcountrygirl's photo
Mon 07/20/09 03:24 PM
I love them all!!!
flowerforyou flowerforyou flowerforyou
flowerforyou

ArtGurl's photo
Mon 07/20/09 05:01 PM
flowers :heart: flowers

ArtGurl's photo
Mon 07/20/09 05:01 PM
Edited by ArtGurl on Mon 07/20/09 05:01 PM
...loving your flow there gf

AngelLight's photo
Mon 07/20/09 06:58 PM

Hermit Crab

The time has finally come,
My dear,
To cast away this shell.

The room has grown
Somewhat sparse, I fear,
And fit’s too tight to lug.

Out from under
My form must wander
My baggage held within.

'Til I find the form
That fit’s my new norm
And can display my house, again.




Such a wonderful metaphor for self transformation flowerforyou
smokin




Differentkindofwench's photo
Tue 07/21/09 09:41 AM
Thanks, y'all I was playyyyyyy-in.