Coldness comes
in waves of colour and sound,
and
I often imagine myself,
barefoot,
in a pile of leaves,
waiting for you to come to me,
to be an echo of that one evening
that I can’t forget.
I want to embrace the approaching winter
with a thought
that you’ll stay that way forever –
an idol.
A never-ending mirage.
Like the sound of horses in the distance,
our days disperse
further and further apart.
Little disappointing actions
turn into a map of roads
that were never meant to intersect.
I tried so hard
(or maybe not enough)
to keep my head full of dreams
and my heart free of remorse,
that I forgot to forget
that you are just a reverie.
– Chatty Owl –
CHATTYOWL 
I’ll never forget how you’re somehow able to walk between the raindrops staying dry…
Keep dreaming and sharing
Thanks so much!
the echo shall dissipate, so shall the reverie, but the memories shall make your feet tingle every time you visit the past, with a smile. : )
Some memories are not the most pleasant ones though..
yeah… hmmnn *most* if u ask me “are very unpleasant” hmmn “sigh” I kinda bury it… bury the echos if i can… aaa i guess….. my bad chatty.. that was very condescending of me… unintentionally of course.. aaaa lets have a PM conversation about that if we can 😉
bare feet in snow
exhilarating exuberance
of losing sensation
wow, the images you bring to me…
Glad I still do, dear.
Even though I embraced the sadness within your words, i feel blessed by your spirit alive within them…what you bring to life in your poems are ever priceless in the way you deliver them. Wonderful to read your words once again! Thanks for the inspiration I feel embracing them.
Oh, what a wonderful compliment! Thank you so much! Its nice and rewarding to see that there are people who enjoy my waffle and attempts to express myself in words. Thank you for stopping by, dear.
Such a wistful, beautiful picture you paint as your words dance through my imagination x
Your words sing to my heart as the highest compliment.
autumn is a dying breath, whispered through winter and reaching the spring, when it’s rebirth is heard, a feeling that transcends any season, is felt and understood as the cycle of everything that defies any reason and still could yet be!
Have you been told that you are a sweetheart recently?
No.
There’s no doubt in my mind
Beautiful imagery along with bittersweet; lovely poem for the change of seasons…
Thanks dear! It’s nice to see you drop by 🙂
Your words create a painting. So divine. You are definitely an artist with each line.
Thanks so much.. Your words bring a smile to my face. Thank you for being so sweet.
Your poetry a reverie, as we swoon, dip and swim through every masterful word. Thank you darling.
Thanks dear! Autumn is approaching with its specific mood and I was just embracing it…
Welcome lovely xx
A powerful combo is longing, yearning, wanting, expecting, needing with unreturned reverie. Beautiful before and after mind imaginings because of your words.
Your comment is a combo of praise, passion and understanding. Thank you.
This is so beautiful Hun! I felt every word
Im glad!
suffused with a sad yearning that is palpable
Autumn is exactly that..
Coldness comes, In a wave of colour and sound – wonderful imagery.
Thank you, dear.
And a triolet too! Well well 🙂
Thanks so much honey! Glad you enjoyed the imagery here.
I can almost smell the change in season! Wow it’s a great write honey!
that you’ll stay that way forever –
an idol.
A reverie should honor your lines. Really enjoyed this.
Thank you so much. Coming from a person like you is really an honour.
“Little disappointing actions turn into a map of roads that were never meant to intersect.” This one line is so full of imagery and sadness. I think this poem has a different shade of your emotional side. I would love to read many more of these.
This poem is definitely slightly different than my other ones. I think my style is changing a little… I’m glad its received with a positive attitude, especially from you!
The change is like adding extra color to the rainbow. I’m loving it already.