Tis in my head I lock up
Then tailspin, spiral down
Something pulls the brakes on
And I flounder like a clown
Though I don’t have the answer
What takes place between her and I
When it all looks so beautiful
Then I clam right up and fly
An overriding image
Takes up residence in my head
And I cannot get past it
Or take note of what is said
All I know is that I
Need to feel that I
am safe
And her words so gentle
Sound like sharp machine gun strafe
My ears form shields
Battened hatches down as well
And I am off and burrowing
The Crab inside his shell
Copyright © Owen Graham 2007
Comments
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Wow your wprds are strong and emotional. I like that in poetry. Nice imagery. and rhyme. Thank you for sharing. You take care. Sandy
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good analogy
Two things come to mind when I read this... 1) commitment phobe and 2) my friend who's had some ill luck when it comes to intimate relationships and bolts when the love interest gets too close. She wants the relationship badly but retreats into her hermit crab's shell too.
"Sound like sharp machine gun strafe" Did this line come out of needing a rhyme with "safe" or was it because you wanted it to be in sharp contrast to the rest of the poem?
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