I watch the rain
kissing the other side of my window
and wonder,
if that’s how you feel,
when I touch you,
having another man
on my mind.
You know,
as if my hugs
were wrapped in a plastic sheet
and all you can feel is
the artificial warmth.
Is that what it is for you?
My dry lips
are screaming for water
as I watch those droplets
going south,
teasing me with their wet presence,
and that’s the moment,
when I realise
that
I shouldn’t stay with you,
on the wrong side of the rain.
– Chatty Owl –
Fantastic imagery! I feel like I’m there….
I have missed your delightful words. You are phenomenal. Thank you for sharing with us. Love all the entries.
A marvelous poem!
“…on the wrong side of the rain.” You are truly talented, Chatty Owl! Another gem!
Darling, thanks so much for liking my poetry. Sometimes it comes easily to me, and thats when i get praise from people like you, whose opinion i value a lot. Thank you.
Damn, Ms Owl, how do you do it? 🙂 You wield that razor with a smile, a soft bat of your lashes… I loved this!!
Ooooo, that was a great compliment my way, mister! How do i do it? Im simply awesome, haha. Kidding. I guess… It just happens!
F U C K Y E S! That is all 😉
multitude of realities !
Thanks lady! Sorry for such a late reply. Being away does that to you… Im glad to be back now and catching up with wordpress as much as i can.
Lovely, simply lovely! 🙂
Thanks lady 🙂
Always love your perspective on human emotion. Another stunner.
Sorry for such a late reply. Im glad you enjoyed it..
beautiful!…spellbinding 🙂
Awwwww thanks!
You are an outstanding poet. Love your style!
Aww thats a wonderful compliment. Thanks so very much.
photosynthesis
I felt it
not from the distant eyes
it was the scent of the rain in your hair.
I wonder if I knew him – must
feign deafness should a name
escape – a whisper as I rode you.
Dare he hold your gaze
or bask in the subdued reflection
as flowers crave the setting sun?
There are roots I cannot forsake
and sometimes the scent of jasmine
must be enough
Days went by,
Words faded into silences,
But poems are back
In forms of tickling feathers.
Under the rain.
darkness quails
against light and laughter
each dawn
And the heart smiles.
Your strength of presence in this masterpiece is amazing. As you watch the wetness tease South I will tantalize an owl to wet it’s feather with merriment in the rain.
*sigh*
Distance grows bigger and bigger.
you’re phenomenal, owl – worldy and perceptive far beyond your years
Thank you. Thats the most beautiful compliment…
Ms Owl, you have such depth in what you write, the above soft serene but with an underlying bite. Those last two lines are … simply stunning. xx
Chatty Owl, you really should know.., that we don’t want you to go!
Well… Im back now!
Gorgeous words owly
what a glorious poet you are, Miss
*head bowing*.
Silent touches of numb fingers. Does it counts if you don’t feel?
I guess…
another jewel. your poems take off from the branch of human desire, yet the heaven you are drawn to, desire itself. what an artful liturgy of passionate verse you create for us. xo tony
Im glad that these are your thoughts, evoked from my words. It brings me utterly the biggest joy. Sometimes im not sure if such high praise is needed, but i like it nonetheless.