Monday, June 13, 2011

Monday June 13, 2011 Magpie Tales



The Hermit Crab's New House
There under the lights
The winds gently blew
You traded shells
Each wanted the best
The biggest
The most beautiful
Sometimes taking
Possession of a new shell
While still holding on
To the old one
You would drag it with you
As you paraded along the glass
Little hermit hardly big enough
To handle the big new
Home you had selected
And yet not willing to give up the old
You wanted it all
Not so different really

28 comments:

Mary said...

Sometimes change does not seem to make sense, but just feels good. Nice poem, Annell.

Anonymous said...

Awww this is very cute I love the little crab, they really are a lot like us :-P

Brother Ollie said...

nature is amazing...indeed - enjoyed your poem

Kristen Haskell said...

How interesting that all creatures go through that at one time or another. The not fully letting go until something bigger and better comes along. Great learning piece!

Shari said...

Interesting take on the prompt and fascinating photo of the little creature. Enjoyed it.

Tess Kincaid said...

Oh, don't we want the biggest and most beautiful. Charming morality tale.

Brian Miller said...

what a very real piece...yes, we all find ourselves hermits at some point, or have wanted it all...

Kathe W. said...

nice one- I thought about hermit crabs, but then went a bit differently- lovely poem

Leslie said...

LOVE this. so true...

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I love it, Annell....especially the "not so different".....

Jinksy said...

Just like some people...

Friko said...

wanting it all, how very natural for crabs and humans.
I liked your poem.

Deborah said...

Wonderful telling poem ... and what a dear little crab!

signed...bkm said...

not so differnt than any of us...wanting it all, so afaird of letting go...how true...bkm

Linda Bob Grifins Korbetis Hall said...

smart take.
your words hit common ground.

Maude Lynn said...

Not so different at all. Nice write.

gsb3 said...

Nice trip inside the hermit's mind. Great reflection.

Tumblewords: said...

Vivid piece - so much like we who gather as much as we can haul. :)

Ann Grenier said...

Oh, so imaginative and don't we often want the same. Lovely poem.

SandyCarlson said...

As mighty as they are strange. Your poem and images capture this well.

cosmos cami said...

I love observations woven into poetry.
This was nice.

Helen said...

... 'perfect' description of the little hermit crab!!!

Helena said...

I know how the little chap might be feeling. I'm always dreaming of the prior houses I've lived in for some reason....!

~T~ said...

Ah, the ambition of a hermit crab! Nice.

Steve Isaak said...

Solid write.

Emily Young said...

I love it! I learned something new about the hermit crab - and all of us :)

Lucy Westenra said...

You wrote well, Annell

Bijaylaxmi said...

Nice thought, I love your way of presentation..

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