A fantasy. A dream
that I woke up from.
My fractured mind wanted you so badly.
Like an injured fox,
I craved you to look at me.
After me.
Through me.
I wanted you to feel me from inside
and
allow me to glow in your spotlight.
To belong to you
is something I’m so scared of.
I want to feel your firm hand,
tender kisses,
strict commands
and your sweet orders.
Yet…
I’m hiding in the cave
with a twisted ankle and an injured heart,
leaving me unable to walk to you
in this dream turned
fantasy.
– Chatty Owl –
Marry me?
Gladly.
Thanks for checking out the few poems on my page. I like this poem, and will have to read through more of your stuff. I will be posting some more poems in the coming months, including the one I posted today on the blog. Cheers!
I enjoyed watching you read it and overall, it was very inspiring to see what other creative people out there are doing. I sure will be checking your page for new stuff!
I like your words, you have interesting words. I like this poem, fantasies are great retreats when the real thing is just to damned annoyingly not going right. Put that into proper coherent English and you will have yourself a half decent comment.
Proper coherent English is not my forte.
Beautiful words!
Thanks dear! I’m glad you thought it was worth reading 🙂
Very much so… 🙂
Big smiles 🙂
Very deep, sets a scene that is beautifully tragic. A personal experience? Tortured little owl…
C
I hardly ever write about personal experiences. But I do like to torture myself with fictional memories. Thanks for stopping by.
Love is a bitch from hell, eh ? … and fantasies (daydreaming) are it’s hands. Even so, how deliciously painful it is, eh ? Take care, owly. Much love. Hugs.
Deliciously painful is definitely a good description… You take care too!
I think you forgot the fox hunt Miss Wisdom 🙂
But then I would be turned into a lovely fur coat for somebody – not the worst of things that can happen 😉
Wonderful write…
Thank you…
Superb heartfelt poem .True feelings.
Long time no see, mister… Thank you for finding your way to my blog again. Im happy you enjoyed it..
You need a wolf to guard your den… Once again, you craft something golden 🙂
A wolf… Now that would be something…. Hmmm. Yes. Yes, i think i can live with that indeed.
Is the wolf high maintenance?
and once more we melt into your poetical genius – exquisite lovely 🙂 x
You are always so sweet to me. Thanks, dear. I try! haha x
You don’t have to try very hard – I love your writing 🙂 x
To crave for something ~
…is a good thing to feel 🙂
Feelings. A useful servant, but a fickle master……
Lovely writing my dear Miss Owl.
Thanks mister 🙂 its lovely to see you back 😉
I’m never absent, but often silent. 😉
…observing.
Always. That’s what I’m best at. Sitting in a quiet corner, watching people be people. And wishing for the impossible dream.
As you know, I enjoy watching people myself. It gives me a sense of escape, where i can make up my own stories if their life and secretly live in them. Even for a moment.
I’m in the cave too – stood in the corner, facing the wall, hiding in the dark, running away from it all 😉 – great work – Cheers J
A good place to be, right?
You sound unsure? 😉 – Cheers J
*hugs* *carries you home* 🙂
Mind the head.
always,, always, i care for the treasures in my life
Hello, Ms Owl. I’m not really sure where to put this, so I’ll just write it here… I sent you an email. I just wanted to let you know, in case it found its way into your spam file. 🙂
Replied honey x
Amazing poem – as always, Chatty owl. The title grabbed my attention immediately.
Thanks dear!!!!! How are you doing? 🙂
deeply poignant, well done lovely x
Look what a cat brought in! Hey sis! Thanks….. X
🙂 x
fantasy injury is all well and good, but please don’t wish to be broken
Oh I dont wish that, Paul…
not surprised but delighted nonetheless – I have known some who sadly relish injury
Hopefully this sine wave levels off soon. 🙂
Yeah…
Yup I can relate to this. Cheese sandwich? 😀
Yes please. With a spicy sauce indeed.
So damn sad 😦 It shouldn’t be so.
It’s ok. If it’s sad, it means my poetry succeeded.