I’m invisible.
Observing lives of other people
and picking fragments that I like
to make one of my own.
My sobs are loud,
but get mistaken for a thunder –
feared,
ignored,
dismissed
as something that will eventually pass.
Like a gulp of a windy day
in one’s mouth.
– Chatty Owl –
CHATTYOWL 
shining words
~
blinding eyes
I like being invisible. When I was young. I wanted to be king of the mountain. Today I like to feel safe and take care of the family. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
And thank you for finding time to read it, dear.
So many fears. And yet the fear of being muted is the worst.
That’s true. Wouldn’t want to be muted.
You don’t seem like one you would ever be invisible, unless deliberately so.
Hmmmm oh you are wrong. I seem to be invisible more times than you would think 😉 but there is some truth to the fact that sometimes i do that deliberately 😉
“Poetry, generally, is a rhythmic articulation of feeling, and the feeling is an impulse that begins inside. Like a sexual impulse, you know. Almost as definite as that. It’s a feeling that begins in the pit of the stomach, right? And rises up through the breast, and out the mouth and ears, right? And it comes forth as a croon or a groan or a sigh, right?
And you try to put words to that by looking around and trying to describe what’s making you sigh, just sigh in words, you simply articulate what you’re feeling.”
~ Allen Ginsberg
Regards,
Julien
Julien, thanks for this quote, that really made my thoughts churn.
Thanks for stopping by.
Good. I´m glad. 😉
Lovely poem, especially the last two lines. 🙂
Thanks. Means a lot coming from you.
I think, that the people who can somehow manage to ignore your presence don’t deserve to know you at all, the fools. Those that do see the ‘you’ shinning under that dark cloud you’re riding with, are the ones you should hold close. Them Tom, Dick and Harry are the classic idiots and you seem, to me, to be far too sensible.
Do you realise that its such a beautiful thing to say to me? Thank you for having such a high opinion about me, it made me smile this morning 🙂
😉
sometimes we don’t see
and cannot hear
it’s only when we touch
that we know
hope you are ok.
I’m fine 🙂 but thank you for asking.
What a beautiful response.. Thanks B.
Why would any one ignore you. You’re so talented. Your sobs must sound like a beautiful sympony. And pooh to any one who would make you cry. They should strive to make you smile.
That is a very touching and sweet thing to say, especially about someone that you dont know? But it warms my heart to read these words. Thank you.
Great little prose, Ms Owl 🙂
Thanks!
You had me at invisible… Great analogy for loud sobs and thunder (also invisible) .. Unfortunately, presence is more impactful when seen. Lightning often produces awe.
I didn’t think about it. You are right, lightning very often causes people to ooo and awww. But I doubt that can be compared to my crying. I haven’t seen anyone swooning over my sobs 🙂
awesome work again Chatty Owl. Hugs
Thanks! Long time no see! How are you?
Hey, I’m good. Living the adventure 🙂
Are you?! Tell me more!
Will do 🙂
Looking forward to!
Awesome read
Thanks..
Invisible. To some maybe. Storms pass. X
Hugs x
The title just suggests to me com- se com- sa kinda day. Your sobs are loud – I am sure there will be those to readily hand you a tissue, for those eyes of yours should not cry tears – beautifully written as usual Ms Owl ~ smiles x
It was definitely a weird day of self pity and annoyance 🙂 with the right source of tissues it got all better indeed. Thanks dear x
I’d never ignore your thunder
That was a sweet thing to say.. Thanks.
Very true for so many. Beautiful poem 🙂
Thanks so much darling! You are too kind.
You really described my week with this poem. Very well done as usual. Hehehe, every time I stop by you’ve changed the theme it seems. 🙂
Hope you’re doing okay.
I know I know.. Im very indecisive when it comes to the design and Im so moody usually, I want something else and new every day hahaha
You stay strong, ok? Lets battle weeks like that x
I like it though. I am so stuck in the mud, lol. I don’t want to change my themes for my other blogs as it is just too much work, lol.
Lets stick heads in the mud together.
My sobs are loud, but get mistaken for thunder.
~
Took the words right out of my mouth. 😉
I thought you might relate to this! Thanks Britt x
I don’t why but the title appears a little rude. Nice poem though.
Rude? Wasn’t the intention.
Nicely done
Thanks R!
You’re welcome 😊
Hugs
Thanks!
Hugs
I remember working for a German company where English was the common language of commerce. Whenever I spoke German it was as if I did not exist. I guess they didn’t expect an American to say anything worth while. I enjoyed this poem and yes it eventually passed.
Oh this is awful! Then again, sometimes it’s good to be left alone like this.
true
I’m invisible.
Observing lives of other people
and picking fragments that I like
to make one of my own.
Wow. There’s a gripping introduction to a poem. I think a lot of people will relate to that too. I reckon a lot of people feel/are like that. That we build our lives like magpies stealing anything that glitters or looks good from other people before forcing it all together like incorrect jig-saw pieces so that it resembles something the same…but different.
Thats true. Im sure many people feel that way. But when you ask them, people like playing unique individuals that don’t care about other people’s good habits and inspiring qualities, because that would prove how envious of those things they are.
Well… Im trying to make a good looking puzzle out of my life 🙂
As long as it’s just wind and not Tom’s Harry dick! 😉
My mouth is too busy talking to let any tom and harry near me 😛
Hahaha well you’re not called ChattyOwl for nothing! 😉
Exactly!