I carefully pick lighthearted words
to make them drift gently,
like a transparent smoke,
where they sound all muffled
and less conspicuous.
(Unlike my feelings at the moment,
weighing heavily
in the murk of a gloomy night).
I want to fall
into this darkness of my own nightmare,
so I could chase my own footsteps
and remember the day,
when I first felt your importance
in this world.
You wore a cloak
of unapproachable air about you,
that I couldn’t stop breathing in
and out –
irony,
knowing my not-so-obedient nature.
I watched your lips move,
inventing all inaudible sounds,
that got my mind thinking
of cherry blossom trees
and maple syrup sweetness.
I stooped as low
as my pride would allow me,
but that made no difference
to how you saw me –
in awe with you.
I turned your life around,
and it reminded you
of that first flush of morning,
when I told you, that
kidnapping hearts is what I do best.
I preserve them
in faded envelopes
and empty mason jars,
making sure
I never let them beat again.
Some things are better bottled up
and hidden away
in a locked up cupboard
of secret things.
– Chatty Owl –
CHATTYOWL 
Excellent. I love your words.
Thank you, dearest.
Such powerful and illustrative words. Hoping there comes a time when the faded envelopes and Mason jars are no more.
Thats a positive way to look at it. Thank you.
I love this!
Thanks Carly!!!! x
What do you do in a situation where they don’t have a heart to steal anymore?…hypothetically speaking of course 😉
Then I would need to suck their soul dry…
That’s the spirit, I admire your determination 😉
Sarcastic tone? 😉
Oh no no, I was genuinely paying you a compliment! ☺️
Oh. Ok. Got confused for a second!
Totally understandable, it is me after all hahaha 😜 I was honestly saying how I admire that, when you want something, you get it, and you don’t quit until you do 🙂
I would have to say my now favourite…but it’s so hard to choose, this for your opening stanza to your last line, to the reality of it, I saw a little of myself in this… Your line ~ I never let them beat again ~ stunning xx
Thank you dear! I’m so glad you enjoyed my words. And for this to be one of your favourites now? Makes me a happy owl! x
yes but I am sure you will write another favourite very soon, no holding down your talent – glad you are a happy owl Whoop! (hoot) 🙂 x
Hoot hoot! 😉 x
hell, i bet that’s quite an impressive collection of hearts you got stashed away. and most of us are fool enough to submit to that. very nice write.
Thank you… I dont know if that’s foolish though. Submitting to that has its own pros too 🙂
Yes, I think you have a valid point.
Well…sometimes i get it right.
yes, in reading you, i know you do.
It sounds like underwater bell in abyss, struck by the coins thrown in by those, who seek return.
Thank you for a very very beautiful comment… Would love to reply in the same poetic manner, but today my mind is blank…
No rush, any day fits perfectly for your answers and questions 🙂
This leaves me a little melancholy. Beautifully written Miss Owl. I wish you sunshine and smiles. X
Sunshine and smiles gladly accepted – I wish I could just control the weather. Or my thoughts. x
Damn. Absolutely…loved…this…Ms…Owl!! Brilliant 🙂
Thanks J!!!!! You flatterer 😉
Delicious irony and serious comment – as always you convey feeling and emotion so well.
Thank you dear. Delicious irony is actually a very nice description.
The danger always excites – who collects the collector’s heart…
Lovely poem
Thats one thing i didnt think about! What happens to the collector’s heart…. Hmmm. Food for thought.
I suppose when one lays a trap for the tigress, sweetened with champagne and caviar – dawn discovers the rumpled silken sheets – which heart the hunter, which the prey ?
The hunter definitely becomes the prey…
love often traps the huntress as well.
Absolutely….
Do you take volunteers for the collection?
Absolutely.
🙂
Hello beautiful one.
The lines:
“…I preserve them
in faded envelopes
and empty mason jars,
making sure
I never let them beat again…”
Poetry at its finest.
So passionate.
Always so impressed
by you 🙂
Hi stranger. I missed ya! Been a while. Thank you for always having praises for me 🙂
your hiatus must have been worth it – this is easily among your best – absolutely adore it
Paul, thank you so much for such kind words. Im floored to know that you liked it that much.
I am a collector – I keep many things though recently I threw out a whole collection – 4 years worth of words, memories, photos – trashed them. They were not worthy of being with my other treasures. Not anymore.
Thats such a brave and wonderful thing to do. Happy for you!
Lovely write and I was taken in by the ending, as one collector to another.
I knew you would relate!
Totally awesome. Must a be a hell of a collection 😉
Thanks. The collection is always increasing.
Great imagery and feel. I can identify on many aspects of this piece.
Thank you. It means a lot to me.
I think this has become a favorite.
How come?
We talked about it no? Partly coz it fits in with a lot of my life… I created a story around your words. And partly coz the story you created is so powerful and uniquely you
comparing
~
collections
Comparing. And judging.
releasing
~
flittering
memories