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 –
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 –

58 Replies to “FLUSHED”

  1. Such powerful and illustrative words. Hoping there comes a time when the faded envelopes and Mason jars are no more.

    1. 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 🙂

  2. 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

    1. 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

  3. 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.

  4. It sounds like underwater bell in abyss, struck by the coins thrown in by those, who seek return.

    1. Thank you for a very very beautiful comment… Would love to reply in the same poetic manner, but today my mind is blank…

  5. This leaves me a little melancholy. Beautifully written Miss Owl. I wish you sunshine and smiles. X

    1. 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 ?

  6. 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 🙂

  7. 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.

    1. 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

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