I wish I was a flat shadow,
reflected on pages of your favourite book,
so you could carry me around,
like an imprint of a flower,
that has dried in the heat of your palms,
preserving all the bright colours
that I am.
How often do I wish
to be this fool of a girl,
that is not affected by her own soul
screaming,
and thoughts, that cause insomnia
and madness from within.
It must be liberating
to be so ludicrous,
so I’m asking you
to turn me into one.
– Chatty Owl –
I get lost in your beautiful poetry~ Thank you for writing and sharing with us~
Thanks dear.
And i get lost in the land of dreams from praise i receive in comments 🙂
Just hop into my book, I’ll carry you away! (Says the gallant hero as he trips and falls before getting squished by a beast 😛 )
*hopping* lol
Your words tugged at my heart, so honest and emotional, Chatty. Just beautiful, as always..I continue to be in awe of your talent and for some reason, I’m not receiving your new posts, so I un-followed you and followed you again. Hopefully, that will work. 🙂
Oh… I hope it works… But that happened to me with few blogs too!
Good grief. You’re awesome – just sayin’. 🙂
Thanks 🙂 Big smiles. It’s good to be considered awesome 🙂
I admire your play on words, how clever you wield them.
Devina girl, thank you. Sometimes the word play comes out ok for me, sometimes I want to delete it after posting. But thanks for your kind words, darling! Hope all is well with you.
Interesting thought here… to be liberated from a tortured self, means to be imprisoned within the heart of another…
The little girl thinks that her preserved colours will remain bright there, safe, protected from life… but a woman who’s lived, who has dared to chance harm and be harmed, in the name of individual freedom… she understands that life’s shadows are supposed to be colorful and full of depth… she understands how foolish it is to think that one heart is enough… Especially if it is not hers.
Don’t you think it can be true? This reminded me of a quote I saw the other day: “freedom is deciding whose slave you want to be”. I thought that was such a great phrase to show what we really feel the majority of the time in our lives.
Wow… Whoever dreamt those words totally gets it… I can see why you would have been drawn to it
Its because you know me so well.
I wish that I could, then I would. x
“If” is such a negative emotion 🙂
The language of the non committal. Sad but true. 😉
😉
Like Middlemist Camellia, the rarest and most precious flower
Pretty to look at, delicious to taste.
My my
Breathtaking.
The first four lines touched me far more than I thought they would.
I often wish to be that ludicrous screaming girl, completely unaffected by the emotions, or lack thereof, of others.
Do you think the best writing is the one that is unconditionally honest?
Absolutely…you know that…you know me
Raw unadulterated honesty 🙂
That sounded provoking 😛
Provoking? How so? 😉
Ignorance is bliss as they say but to be liberated is to be set free from the pages of foolish ignorance and preserved for who you really are in the heart of another who knows the difference!
Thats the real freedom!!!! 🙂
It absolutely is! The freedom to be your true self without fear of being judged and know that you are loved and cared for unconditionally, that is freedom!
I’m in Canada, 5 hours away from you, still at work. I don’t know why I feel so obliged to reply to you, during my lunch hour. To keep it short to deliver my first impression, I have the version I hear, given below…
So Foolish
I wish I was a flat shadow,
reflected on pages of your favourite book,
so you could carry me around,
like an imprint of a flower,
(((((and ***IS*** a token of your heart!!!!)))))
that has dried in the heat of your palms,
(((((and OH NOoooo!!!!)))))
preserving all the bright colours
that I am.
How often do I wish
to be this fool of a girl,
that is not affected by her own soul
screaming,
and thoughts, that cause insomnia
and madness from within.
It must be liberating
to be so ludicrous,
so I’m asking you
to turn me into one.
– Chatty Owl –
Damn, I love your British spelling, because my Chrome is complaining! Maybe that’s why I must reply.
Have a good evening.
Maybe I’ll write something for you in return tonight.
I feel that non-british spelling is just people being lazy to hit another button for an extra letter. Ha! Then again, when chrome gets mad at all the words I witness around me, i just smirk at all the “z” instead of “s”. The never ending bickering battle of people across the ocean 😉
Hmmm. Don’t feel obliged to reply, but Im not complaining. It makes me think that if I can annoy someone with my blog, my day has not gone to waste. Do you agree?
Copyright, copyleft – how very smart indeed.
Off to read your blog more.
Oops, it’s 11:30pm there now. I hope you won’t wait up for my promise. Well, you can’t. I took your suggestion by mirroring your poem. This way, I don’t have to spend 2-4 hours crafting something too technical while you lose sleep for me tonight at London, just in case, for you never know.
“So Bullish” (in case you take it too seriously…)
I wish I were your favorite book,
where you’d pen your name,
so you could claim conquest,
like an adventurer across the sea,
who’s found in her a new land
feeding the soul of the wild
that I am.
How often do I wish
to be this fool of a girl,
instead of her own
liberating,
and emotions, which flow from within
and the cool, to dream eternity
It must have been courageous
to be so revealing,
so I’m asking you
to conceal your beauty within…
When I do burn up a year of vacation, 3 weeks in total, all for you alone in England just to experience togetherness before a long-term commitment, you can then take me a bit more seriously. For now, it’s just an exercise before writing a drama book.
I think it reads okay like this. It’s a new experience for me anyway. 🙂
Question before I start wondering who the hell are you. Why dont you write poetry in your blog? And how come you are so good at noticing details about me?
Details? What details? I will be back this evening just to check the responses, but I may do overtime today.
I do write poetry in my blog. It’s just that I don’t write often. My blog is meant for software development.
I wouldn’t bother checking back, your time would probably be better spent trolling some of the wonderful software development blogs on WordPress since that is clearly more your forte. Either way, coming back here is just going to be a huge waste of your time since you are obviously looking for something that this blog cannot provide nor can its owner. Now piss off please!
Well, I’m not trying to piss off anyone here. If anyone really gets angry, I feel obliged to reply. If the poem I wrote in response to that of Chatty Owl is considered trolling, you can write criticisms that I deserve. I am all ears. Peace, please!
I went through your blog and found your voice. Are you in your 60-70’s now? Was it a double? That explains why you are such a good writer.
I wish you a good morning! 😉
Good morning, even though I assume you are sleeping? Anyhow. 60-70? What is it with you canadians that you think im old? 😛
Well, the British accent evolves over time. That’s why Shakespearean plays are better performed with the original accent. Your accent is old, about 2 generations away from my generation, though I don’t have any British accent at all. I had a linear algebra teacher at my college who spoke with exactly the same accent as yours. It’s unmistakable. You should try mimicking Hermione’s accent though. It’s very scholarly.
Another thing is that British accent tends to be more constrained at the end of each syllable. It’s like the blonde hair that darkens by age, which makes calibration easier. Your voice is a bit fragile at the end of a syllable, which betrays your age. You see, both British accent and blonde hair are considered very beautiful for the same reason.
Okay, that’s it. Talk to you later.
Do you realise that you come across as very opinionated?
Then, you just missed this sensational YouTube video few days ago (http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=gPlpphT7n9s)!
Do you realize that I am your granddaughter’s age?
You are not sleeping yet? In any case, I am 36 to be exact. Hopefully, no one is thinking that I am playing a game here. I believe that you are in your 50’s, if you are carrying your mother’s accent. This is possible when a social circle is very small, such as a poets’ society where a certain accent might even be enforced. Everything is possible anyway.
Your writing is good. And you sold! If people pay to read your book, that says a lot. Do people pay me for my poetry? So, why should you be pissed off?
Trust me that I was trying to be politically correct with an understatement! BUT, I will still stick around for the fun of writing. =)
to turn you into a fool of a girl? The thought of it makes me retch, to diminish to nothing, such an astonishing creature as you.
Hmmm. Delicious thought to think that it’s an opinion you have about me. Confident as I am, sometimes doubts resurface 🙂
You are, you will be, but you also fill many more dimensions than just three.
And you are intelligent enough to distinguish them. Big smiles.
maybe love is reading between the lines ?
Love? I don’t know. Foolish expectations maybe.
misunderstood expectations – the path to sorrow.
Absolutely. Thats what’s sad, really. Honest communication is key.
Like a flat shadow in a book would be like an owl in a cage.
What a vivid comparison. Yes, like a caged owl. Do you think that would be acceptable?
It would be…
…. foolish.
…indeed
Chills,a tear,and a grin…Your writing is amazing.
As are your comments 🙂
It got me emotional. Why imprints of a dry flower why not ever fresh and blooming?
Its like a wish to be preserved. Remembered.
You’re always thought of, there is no chance to forget. 😉
Flattery 😛
Sorry your so blue today, lovely owl. I will carry that flower and cherish it daily.
Sincerely
Benjamin
Be gentle 🙂
Sempre
You just don’t know when to stop, do you? Continuously ‘wow’-ing me with your prose… I loved this, Ms. Owl. I completely connect with your style…your way of blending pain, melancholy memory, hopeful wonder & beauty into one piece at a time. Wonderful! 🙂
No, I dont know when to stop 😛 and i enjoy your praise too 😛 so its a motivation for me 😛
a flattened owl would sadden me except if it made you happy – I would rather he hold you in his palms and adore all your magnificent dimensions
Very often i wonder if people really appreciate the dimensional images of the loved ones or is it easier to deal with flattened imprints of what we expect them to be.
Just a thought.
no expert – yet I firmly believe that they don’t have to appreciate all their lover’s dimensions, but they need to KNOW those dimensions and choose to love the person despite them – if those dimensions are hidden or ignored, I think the love must be incomplete and likely short lived
Couldn’t agree more.
Oh my sweet, love love this, those first 4 lines – so you could carry me around, like an imprint of a flower – gorgeous xx
Thanks! I guess thats the effect the autumn has on me – the need to leave some sort of memory about myself 🙂