Yes.
I eavesdrop,
and like a bird of prey,
I watch you from afar.
I sieve your glances
through the filter of my liking,
making judgments,
wondering,
if I’m still present in your cup of tea.
I know how you take it.
Still.
Your day is beautiful with chaos,
while my mind is beautiful with you.
I feel my thoughts leaving
my
fingertips sometimes,
in a form of hasty written words,
but I never regret those escapees –
they have been held prisoners
for so long.
I’m invisible.
Untraceable by your senses.
I undress my soul for you
as I watch you reveal your body.
We are naked,
on opposite sides of the fence,
that none of us erected,
so in a way..
we are both
within the reach of a hand,
yet unloved
by each other.
– Chatty Owl –
CHATTYOWL 
“Your day is beautiful with chaos,
while my mind is beautiful with you.” A gorgeous poem, Chatty! xx
Thank you, my dear. Im so glad when my favourite lines stick with others too 🙂
Awesome!
Thanks Scott!
Every time I read your prose, Ms Owl, it just screams of “it.” You have “it,” and “it” is amazing!!
Each line seems its own tale; greatly enjoyed!!! 🙂
This was beautiful on so many levels… A song that sings to me… I can hear your voice within my minds eye… Lovely 🙂
A melody from my mouth to your ear..
Your song is stuck in my head 😉
Exactly how I like it.
wondering, if I’m still present in your cup of tea.
I know how you take it.
Still.
Do you still think of me? Do you Care? Unrequited.
Gorgeous Owl
Thanks 🙂 See, there is something very intimate and personal about how the other person drinks his coffee or tea. At least where I’m living in. Traditions mix with feelings, leaving us wonder, why we connect with certain people so well..
Whoa… the imagery in this one. Wow. 😯
Keep up the hard work Owl, just wow… 🙂
Thanks GE! You know, sometimes I try harder than other times. This post wasn’t the best one, but thanks anyway!
It’s kind of funny how that’s work though, isn’t it? How we feel that a piece of work isn’t that good but others are just awed by it? I liked it. 🙂
So painfully wonderful is the delight we take in our deep desire to have that which can never be had!
It’s the process of constant trying, sometimes to no avail!
Sometimes the journey is more enjoyable than the destination!
Beautiful and heartbreaking all at once.
Thanks mister. Long time no see, I really need to come to WP more often.
Very nice. Reminds me of someone a long time ago. She never regretted her words and to me the luckiest person on earth for not being so encumbered.
That is the best way to live – with no regrets. Otherwise they eat you from inside and leave you a useless empty shell.
I had to give her up since she was not an empty useless shell but certainly was a carrier for that condition
hunter and huntress
eagles surfing summer’s breeze
mutually assured desire
Your last line.. I hang on to every word.
thanks – from your poem I was thinking of MAD, the mutually assured destruction that nuclear nation states promise…. and how desire can devastate too.
Stunning! Especially:
“if I’m still present in your cup of tea.
I know how you take it.
Still.”
Just evoked so much for me. Knowing how someone takes their tea is so personal, and in a way, intimate. Clever poem, beautifully written 🙂
Right? That is so true, that intimate knowledge of how the other person takes his/her coffee/tea. And dunks a shortbread in it. It’s just.. I can smell the warm milk and it makes my eyes water.
perhaps love is a tie that divides
Perhaps. Who knows. But I’d like to think so.
Hmmm.. I see this post is a lot different from your regular ones and so it leaves me *smiling*. I think there should not be any need of filtering anything. I am not sure about the cup of tea but you can be a ‘glass of whisky’ for anyone. Cheers!! 😀
You reckon? Really? I doubt that I can be anyone’s glass of whiskey, but I love the innuendo!
well if there is someone like me you can sure be the glass of whisky. 😉
I’ll always read your pieces three times, first for the first impression, second to confirm or expand that impression, and third to truly understand. It is in the first two I see deeply into myself, and in the third, see deeply into you.
Allways a pleasure to read you, Owly.
A terrific poem, and beautifully written. A very enjoyable read.
Such a sensual, delicious incantation. As much as a taste of this deliciousness is to sample the forbidden fruit in the garden of your mind. Beautiful.
Wonderfull sentiments, I loved these lines:
“Your day is beautiful with chaos,
while my mind is beautiful with you.”
Tender words of sweet longing. Gorgeous. “never regret those escapees” 🙂
Thank you 🙂 people shouldnt regret their words really. They must have been said for a reason. 🙂
Most definitely.
So so good! But…voice please 🙂
Not this time..
Oh man 😦