Slowly
I push your hugs away from me –
the warmth evaporates
into the cold mist of gloomy London,
and that’s what makes this city
so beautiful –
an expired love of forgotten craving.
It’s a factory of pleasure.
Harshly
I stop clocks
and slowly break the time in half
before it breaks
me
into a million pieces of (un)reserved
seconds for you.
They drip
and gallop at a pace of my falling tears.
That are not even real.
Seductively
I transform myself
from one bird into another,
disguising my feathers
under camouflaged colours of attraction.
I know you want to pick me up
and take me home.
Oh baby,
I’m not that domestic.
– Chatty Owl –
CHATTYOWL 
Apologies, Ms. Owl, I am sooo behind in my reading…
This is stunning; perhaps one of the best that I have read from you IMO
Awesome,happy Easter.
Thank you. To you too!
‘Accidental and unplanned’ makes your gift even greater than expected. It was always my thinking that owls always planned. Myth busted then!
Myth busted indeed! Or maybe its just me. A spontaneous owl, ha!
Your abilities to capture raw emotion and turn into such prose is so truly a gift. Makes ones mind race to places untraveled. Anticipating your next writing already.
Thank you. That makes me proud of my accidental words that come out unplanned.
As wonderful a dark and yet sharp, modern, emotional and yet detached poem, inscribed and with a graceful sardonic apathy…
Greatly enjoyed, thank you!
Although I must admit too that the comments (barring this one of course) are almost equally interesting, to see how your words lead in so many different directions when different minds process them inside their own composed realities!
Comments are always my favourite part of writing. They open up my eyes to how certain minds work. Its brilliant.
Beautiful as ever, Chatty, and you have a wonderful voice for the spoken word, too…
Very often im self conscious about my diction. And the fact that i sound 12, haha. (Once someone told me the opposite, but it must have been a madman!) thank you for being sweet x
Even freedom comes at a price but sometimes the desire to be free is so great that we are willing to give anything for it. Owls aren’t meant to live in cages and you are no exception, and as always, your words move me in ways I don’t even understand…please keep writing M
Thank you. Sometimes its difficult to find words and turn them into something readable. But i do try. And yes, owls shouldnt be caged. But then again, nobody should….
Miss owl. Your words are a soft caress of seductive restraint. Beautiful as always.
My dear.. As always, such praise and flattery. Im honoured.
I really liked the end. Reminds me of animals in the wild, beautiful and majestic. I’m so domestic my animal could be a cow, 😆
Thanks for sharing with us Owlie. 🙂
There is nothing wrong with cows lol 🙂
Striking write, as usual. I loved this part:”Seductively
I transform myself
from one bird into another,
disguising my feathers
under camouflaged colours of attraction.”, and ofcourse, you dont need to mention London twice to get me tied to a poem 🙂
I thought it might take your fancy! 🙂 london london london 😉
dear dear owl, how I’ve missed you – and your sublime talents
The feeling is mutual. Its really nice to be back, when there are people offering a warm embrace.
Love this! Love hearing you too. Yup… That’s all 🙂
🙂 thanks birdie.
To be free amongst the factories of pleasure. Your voice just adding another dimension to your pen. Am I mistaken or did I hear a clock in the background? xx
Yes! My bedroom clock that is rather loud, apparently! 🙂 thanks. Its nice to be back after a little break. X
And I give you a warm welcome hug darling girl xxx
Great to have both read and written versions, been meaning to do that myself, so now I will get on and do it! Thanks and I really like reading your work.
You should definitely do it! It adds another layer to poetry I think. I’ll be looking forward to see/hear it!
Love, love, love this. Gorgeous imagery; very evocative. TDx
Thanks! Late night ramblings, really… Xx
I very much enjoyed hearing you read.
I suppose the wild heart fears capture over all things, ,but surrender to love is a daring thing too.
Thank you, dearest. The wild heart should never be captured. It should be freed even more by love. No? I could be wrong, of course.
sometimes in boundaries we find freedom. Even the wary fox looks for a safe haven to rest when weary.
Just postulating, of course.
You are correctly smart.
amazed I had a coherent thought, it’s very dazzling here…
Dazzle dazzle..
some
mysteries
should never
be tamed
Yes. Exactly. Exactly!
P.S thank you for the re-blog. That was very unexpected and greatly appreciated…
your welcome
~
honouring
talented and inspiring poets
during
national poetry month
in north america
Oh, i didnt know.
Whole month of appreciation
Of words.
So deep in night, so much bravado…
So deep in night, such lack of sleep..
I love that slowly break the time in half! Beautiful poem. I hope all is ell with you! 😀
Thank you! Oh it is, owls are always fine 🙂 and im glad you enjoyed that line – it was evoked by wanting to break my bedroom clock that ticks too loud.
I totally know that feeling for sure! Great writing! Has the weather warmed up for you over there?
Its getting better, yet im still waiting for the proper heat!
OH no! Well I hope it comes soon so you don’t freeze! It is almost Spring here and freezing! Go figure! 🙂
Very nice…
Thank you, dear..