I know you miss me,
I feel your thoughts on my skin –
they descend like a bird
with a broken wing,
in need to find a long-lost home.
I am quiet
and tell you nothing
about other visitors making nests
in the coldness of my hostile arms,
because I don’t want to rush you away
too early,
before I’ve got a chance
to see,
if you will sing to me again,
once healed.
– Chatty Owl –
I’m back! But I have to tell you my singing is known to cause illness not heal… oh wait… that’s not me is it… darn π
You’re back! Yippy! I need to go and leave footprints on your blog too, where to find time?! lol
I can picture a sad tree, in autumn with branches outspread beckoning to the birds. π
Like a safe place in the greenery of a forest.
Beautiful sentiment. π
Yes π
this cuts thru bone with brilliance
I love owls ~ especially when they park above my tent and keep asking, “Who?”
They are pretty adorable, right?
“Whoooooo?”
I wonder about this – I can relate to all except the coldness of visitors – i love him and only him. I cannot break free.
Stunning words, as always, Chatty! Have a lovely day! Lauren xx
This one sucked did anyone tell you it should have been descend not descent.
You are still however simply the best!!!!!!
Hurry we await more
Hey you! Thanks for pointing it out. You know me, cant spell sometimes.
Very Beautiful!
Thanks so much!
I can’t even believe how beautiful this is. Breathtaking.
Thanks once again hun.
My thoughts are gentle. But deliberate….
π
Utterly beautiful
I love the symbolization in this poem. People tend to use it over the top, but yours is just perfect. I love it.
Sometimes i think i use too many cliches in my writing. Im glad you approve.
My goodness, Chatty, I love this!
Thanks darling! How have you been?
I’m fine as I can be, hope it’s mutual.
Sort of π
Every man, no matter how handsome, dominant, creative or sucessful (many on this list), is a birdy with a broken wing that needs love in all its forms They won’t even mind if they are eaten or tossed out later. They just need it now.
Is it really how it is? Sometimes i cant help but wonder.
Yes, but beware of the eagles Owly
Love the bit about other guests making nests in your cold arms. Word play one can feel!
Thanks! And i wanted to ditch that line π
Oh…my…
*breathless*
Just…yeah…wow
Breathe in! π
Trying π
sensual as always
Thanks so much Paul.
Lovely Chattyowl
Birds may sing
but will not stay,
with healthy wings
they’ll fly away.
This might sting
but just have faith,
a return in spring
your saving grace.
A hope is something owls never knew they have..
Thats because they think too much haha!! π
i suspect your wounded bird,
cares little very about other’s making nests…
love is born…. in tending the wound,
love lives in the healing
You sound sarcastic and bite-y.
..hhmm…my words have failed me then, sorry.
No need to apologise, dear.
well thanks Miss, but i still think it was the right thing to say. i realized my comment was a poem rumbling around in my head for a few days, so the edited version became a Haiku.
no hard feelings, i hope.
No hard feelings of course! Why would it be?
and the stars have aligned once again….
Lovely verse Miss Owl. As always.
Oh thanks, my dear.
beautiful π
Thanks girl!
Poor birdie. Very nice.
Poor birdie… π that sounded so sweet.
Beautiful. Love this.
Thanks! Meow!
Oooh.. I like this.
Thats good to know π
Your words are so inviting and flow with the comfort of silk… Bravo!
Thanks! I was wondering how you are now. Thanks for the compliment..
I am doing well… I have moved my blog… again… This time for better reasons π
http://ghostwriterreflections.wordpress.com/
Oh you did already? Will visit.
π
“I know you miss me,
I feel your thoughts on my skin”
… wow! I wish I wrote this. ,-) Great work, as always.
Awww thats such a great compliment from you, thank you dear π
oh! oh! love love love Ms Owl π x
Thanks so much! π π x
started singing a song π
*pleased*