Sometimes…
No, often.
I wonder,
how do those butterflies
get inside my tummy?
How?
How do they have the power
to lift me up
and let me float
in this dream
with their colourful wings inside me,
reminding…
there were
your fingers there instead.
Once.
Sometimes…
No, often.
I wonder,
how do their colourful wings
mix shades with one another
and then just…
leave me.
One by one.
Until I find myself empty
and
longing for that warm feeling,
just below my bellybutton.
How?
– Chatty Owl –
CHATTYOWL 
I just now started to wonder if nectar is the secret… Fluttering arrivals yearn for just a small sip… To feed… On the honeyed syrup…. That special batch you made just to attract… In turn they flap with pride, slowly.. so that each colour is seen and each micro breeze is felt. For those moments, awe rules all minds… Feelings of adoration overrule common sense, fills the your middle with thoughts only felt not often… Up until …The sweetness dries up… I am now just wondering if these butterflies have but one survival skill, distract their victims while absconding with their goodness, selfishly… Leaving just emptiness, as you describe… Come to think of it, I’ve never seen a butterfly for a long period of time… They must have flight plans .. perhaps with an owl.
… Are you expecting any visitors? If not, stay alert, and resist those wings … Lol
Wow. Look what a cat dragged in! Missed having your comments around.. They were always spot on and with a heartfelt emotion. Well…butterflies.. They have the tendency to not know which direction to fly to and when they flutter their beautiful wings, its suddenly the feeling of the breeze from their wings that becomes more important than the beauty of their appearance.. Dont you think?
So happy to see you here. Dont be a stranger, please.
Yeah.. the breeze dictates steps already started… Once felt, it’s too late… No net can corral the unknown… Empty is inevitable at that point… Despite, what looks to be a captainless flight pattern with buffoons at the bouncing helm, the butterfly is actually… Moving on… With expert ease… Looking for the next sweet thing… Just taking a more scenic route…
blue
~
butterflies stirring
cocoons
you touch new levels of sensuality and love with your poetry
Your voice, the chaperone of any man’s intrigue, pacify a chaotic mind. Both of sight and sound, your words enlighten.
Amazing verbal poetry. The poem felt like a sweet whisper in the dark. Thank you for the beautiful poetry.
Thank you for your beautiful comment. Im glad my whispers gave a little thrill 🙂
just an afterthought – why often wonder? don’t owls eat butterflies?
Hmmm. I dont think so. Otherwise owls would be floating in the air as if filled with helium 🙂
So, so lovely…you allowed me to flutter away as well… 🙂
I think what separates your writing from others is that you write so that we may feel you. Many writers play it safe, faking authenticity, but you are the real deal.
So,
we,
as readers, do
I do,
I feel you,
from the inside out,
deeply,
with rhythm in every thought,
rhapsody in every breath,
wisdom in every word,
and for a little while
I can imagine our hearts,
though distant,
beating together,
like a clock (tick tock)
Very beautiful and very soulful … like a mirror of my here and now …
Omg! Look who’s here! Its been ages!!!!! How are you? How are your exhibitions going?! When are you in London?! 🙂
Achingly melancholic. This is beautiful.
Thank you, dear..
I could listen to you say “tummy” all day long.
P.S. What did I tell you? Give your fans what they want 🙂
Tummy. Tummy. Tummy…
P.S The thing is, you are the only fan.
OMG! Read all above comments…. Case and point! Your “followers” LOVE it!
butterflies mix well with beauty
lovely words from a lovely lady
Aww sweet as always. Thanks, my far away friend!
regret being unable to hear you – must be my computer
Hmmm. Really surprising as to why.. But you are not missing much.
as with my sight, my hearing is impaired – could only pick up a few whispers – cest la vie – I’ll just have to settle for the owl voice I hear in my head
My humble opinion:
…butterflies comes and goes….it is their natural thing to do…they often do it…don´t ask yourself why…they just do!
That I must agree! They come and go and that cycle will never stop!
Yay, more spoken poetry! I loved the poems, you conveyed the mystery of the butterflies so well, teasing both the words themselves and the readers 🙂
Yes, I thought another one was long overdue. Butterflies are so fragile, it was just my mood for yesterday 🙂
I have nothing witty to say, but this was so touching… Loved it. I’m RT’ing this. 🙂
Witty not needed. Im just happy that you found time to stop by. And im honoured for the RT. Appreciated, dear.
I know the feeling all too well. Love this.
Im glad you can relate! Thank you dear.
I am sitting here in awe of what I just heard… You have stolen my heart… I loved it!
This is such a flattering thing to say.. Thank you, my dear. There isnt a bigger pleasure for me than to know that my efforts are appreciated.
Your spoken words are simply amazing… I love the sound of your voice as you read… 🙂
I would love to hear yours.
I have given it some thought… Still debating 😉
Achingly beautiful words, truly.
Thank you, Ben. Could I be brave and wish you a very very happy birthday today? Hope you have a lovely day…
Thank you very much 🙂
Steamy and beautiful. Love your voice.
Thank you so much, Eric. Makes me a happy owl to know you liked it.
Truly exquisite!
Both soothing and… Arousing
Thank you
Oh 🙂 what an unexpected reaction 🙂
Unexpected? Forget who I am? 😛
He he. Ok 😀
In regards to you, you know where I am 😉
Wow.
Thank you..