I forget names of lovers
and reasons why we got together,
letting my memories fade
into a petal-thin
black and white photographs
that I hang on a fishing rod
and use it as a bait
to attract new victims.
Nothing is more alluring to a man
than a failure of another one.
Patterns on my dress
swirl into never-ending stories
that I used to hear from others,
but anytime I find photos of lovers’ faces,
I’m struggling to remember all the reasons
for our abrupt goodbyes.
I know they were willing to give me
all the lust they had,
but I had nowhere to store
this overflow of love,
so I had to compensate my guilt
with words,
that were untrue,
yet they made us feel better
and by far
less awkward.
Sometimes
I list names of men
that kissed me on my lips
and compare them with the ones
that only kissed my forehead,
(like the father that I never had).
Or the ones,
that thought
the taste of my inner thighs
will make them more secure
about
what I think of them.
Six glasses of wine
and
all these words
turned into
a poem,
that
you
wont
read.
– Chatty Owl –
I Love It!
Thank you dear!
😊
I love the paper thin black and white reference. Excellent
You are an amazingly talented writer. I simply loved this (even before I had a wine or 2).
🙂 ha, i guess my poetry gets better (to read) after a wine or two, but thanks so much for such a great feedback! It always makes me smile and gives me the warmest feeling to see that others enjoy what i write.
Does it ever end??? Absolutely loved this!! 🙂
Haha! It will never end 🙂
Great to hear!!
I’m a Jack Daniels man myself but 6 glasses of wine that gotta be like 16 shots or more. I’d be on the floor! And my poetry would boil down to ” let me see ur tits “. Of course if everyone is that far into it that poetry might just rule the day! Love the line “Nothing is more alluring to a man
than a failure of another one”
That’s actually a man cave secret that shouldn’t be out in public. And the ending Ouch!
“Let me see your tits” is also a poem! Ha!
You made me chuckle 🙂
Id like to say its mine, but I sure everyone with titties has heard it from someplace. Maybe I’m the first to call it a poem, but I doubt it. 🙂 glad to make someone smile.
“black and white photographs that I hang on a fishing rod and use it as a bait
to attract new victims” Brilliant metaphor, Chatty, and another wonderful poem!
Lauren
Thanks once again, Lauren.
Beautifully crafted … this one’s a gem!!
Awww you really think so? Thank you! Thats a lovely thing to say..
Yes I do 🙂
As if a few glasses of wine could pull me away from this…silly owly xo
Owly is always silly and you know it 🙂 by the way, it was hot here a couple of days. Not only you enjoying the summer 😉
Woohoo I’m so glad 🙂 save some for me when I get back ok 🙂
I wonder when you normally talk do you talk this way? Specially in that husky tone? 😛
I do! Wanna hear it? Haha.
Absolutely!! Is it possible? 😛
Maybe 😛
🙂
I’ll probably faint in happiness that day 😛
Nice one Chatty!
Very insightful poem!
elixir
~
wine and words
fusing
flushing
yesterdays
To make today
Better
And
More red
Than wine and blood
Together
grooming
~
mining
grinding ochre
smearing lips
~
applying smiles
The smell of ochre..
Wow
Great poem as ever Chatty. 🙂
Thanks green gem 🙂
the fishing metaphor is priceless – the name you will never forget belongs to the man who will know your words before you speak them
The man like that was created in my mind by the little details, taken from various men. The minute my tongue will be rolling that name in my mouth, it will be the minute i will put the fishing rod down..
hey this is one of my favourites 🙂
You really think so? Thanks! Happy to hear that 🙂
especially, “Nothing is more alluring to a man
than a failure of another one.”
very insightful 🙂
Do you agree that its true?
at times, Yes.
show me a fiery woman and i’ll know that men have failed.
and i’ll want her all the more 🙂
🙂 its like a forbidden fruit 🙂
forbidden.
such a spiteful word hehehe
tell someone that not only did you fail, but they are not allowed to try….then watch them try.
Ha ha. Now you made me smile. But its true! Us adults are exactly the same as sugar-driven kids that would do anything to climb on top of the wardrobe to find xmas chocs!
Read it and liked it. Oh wait a minute you were talking to you! Still liked it.
Ha ha. Secretly it was here to be read
😉 shhh, don’t tell anyone.
Forget about the poem, with six glasses of wine in you I’ll just focus on taking advantage of you. 😉
Oh you bastard!
🙂
The one who catches you will be the one you can never quite catch yourself, always taking quick little nibbles but too smart to take the bait all at once!
When the right time comes, the bait will be on me and then it wont matter who’s the fish and who’s fishing 🙂
Hahaha well played my dear, well played indeed!
You know me and the art of twisty words!
Very brutally bare, I admire both your strenght and weakness to expose yourself fully, if you understand what I mean. The fishing image was very eye-catching and it has so much more meaning to it then on a first read-first see. Never settle for something you do not wish for, no matter its name and keep writting these awesome poems (translation: keep being awesome 🙂 )
No no, you keep on being awesome! You are one of my 5 or so people on WP that constantly amaze me and inspire me to write. Thank you 🙂
Poem read and approved 🙂 Would be plain lie to say it was fully understood, though.
Hmmm.. I wonder what confused you.. But its often like this with my poems – they are slightly cryptic and leave room for interpretation 😉
One terrific poem .The wine ,the fishing, and the man.Jalal
Thanks Jalal. Always appreciated when you stop by.
Your words, directed to those unworthy of your afterthought, are not read by your followers either, enamored by the timbre of your beautiful voice, spoken by you in our mind’s eye. They are felt……and beautifully so.
Imagination always takes us secret places. You never know what you meet round the corner.. All my words are to be heard by others. Or read. Or felt. Or all of the above. Deep.
Oh yersh I DID read it Chatty, but after six glasses of wine there seemed to be several versions of it, all moving around and around (Hic! pardon) 🙂
Ha! There is nothing better than 6glasses of wine, dont you think? Lets spin together ha ha!
S’cuth me while I try to get up off the floor firtht 🙂