my heart…
September 4, 2012 § 22 Comments
…raves, I think i am lonely. The rich waves agree, they play in front of me, this lifeless sea turtle offers me no solace, no opinion— I hate him. I will never confide in him again.
Coco J. Ginger Says
Poems and stories of love & heartbreak.
Coco J. Ginger Says 
…. Poor Sea Turtle…
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Exactly where I am right now.
Thanks for saying it eloquently.
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Loneliness seems to be a writer’s constant companion…
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A non-writer’s closest companion also. I think loneliness was created either as a cruel joke or to make us appreciate the times when we are not lonely all the more (I prefer to believe the latter).
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Me too, friend. I also prefer to believe the latter. I often wonder about the meaning and reason of my inability to find a fitting companion. According to my mentor it is because I am “married” to my goddess. I do not yet know what it means though… He didn’t provide the answer, as I must search and learn the truth myself.
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Yes, we must all search to find that truth, my friend. Like you (nut a little different) I wonder why all the fitting companions I’ve found in my life no longer fit. 🙂
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Is the Sea Turtle dead? Why is he lifeless? Is it a metaphor?
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because he’s lazy he just lies there all day…i don’t really hate him 🙂
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I found the Honu to offer no solice, either.
🙂
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argh! i have a turtle at home and he’s pretty lively! he confides in the food i give him =)
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I usually confide in my cat and most of the time he snobs me. His indifference makes me less lonely :p btw, thank you for your wonderful blog 😉
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Coco’s left hand little finger is littler than Coco’s right hand little finger. Isn’t that peculiar?
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is that so?
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i went into a depression in your absence.
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You must think me exceedingly innocent to believe something like that.
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to me love is the Mother of emotions—love can give birth to hate to lonliness to joy it can cause rain to fall from your heart the eyes can never match this downpour it can release a billion butterflies of words to describe a feeling that remains elusive yet is present in most of us at one time or another
turtles return to this ocean of emotion and swim away
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I can picture you speaking to the turtle, like a little girl, funny in a cute way.
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I don’t mind turtles – they don’t tattle, and they don’t leave their socks on the floor – two of the areas where they can be superior to men.
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LOL 🙂
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The sea turtle will speak when he is good and ready.
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Give the turtle a purpose, maybe he’s bored ^^.
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I like this post!
With love maxima
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