Lovelorn Poet in Toronto, ON: Our Table

This is me and you by  Gaetan Cappuccio

This is me and you by Gaetan Cappuccio

Turning on the light in the workshop, he puts down his warm cup of coffee and considers the neat stacks of wood. Planks and posts, salvaged from an old house. He finally knows what to do with them.

He takes out a graph sheet and begins to sketch. He’ll finalize the measurements later – for now it’s just about translating the vision from mind to paper. He knows that his vision will please her, and this pleases him.

It is quiet as he sips his coffee, looking at the big, simple table he’s drawn. He smiles as he thinks of her bare feet on the soft carpet as she leans down, her long dark hair cascading around her, her beautiful hands resting upon the end result of his work. He puts down his coffee and begins to measure and cut the wood.

Her Two Cents

Lovelorn Poets Her Two Cents IconHe considers
He knows it’s about translating the vision 
He knows
He smiles
He thinks of her beautiful hands
He begins

 

Lovelorn Poet in Raleigh-Durham, NC: Awaiting Love

anticipation by Scott Cooper

anticipation by Scott Cooper

What Love could be
So patient in the night
This night must long
For your sunrise
The curse of time willies’way
To SEE the light
Dawn, your eyes

Oh this wretched Lark!
Might I send a letter to awaken the day…
Surely that Lark is blind
Like my Love!
Perhaps that bird can’t see her grace?
For every time I close my lashes
Her dawn appears!

SHE must be the Sun;
It’s common knowledge
SHE lights the world.
The wretched night
Must be the devils cause,
That trickster of Love!

But, I will take my protest
To The Creator of All
So my Love’lite,
May I never wait again

And it would be an unselfish cause;
SHE would give light to all nature
And grow them.
Her beauty would rest tired eyes
All the day!
And there, hold her waist, hand by hand
Gazing her soul Evermore…

But, as a painter takes time
To make Good Art
I will patient by night
And sigh until dawn…

I’ll close my eyes
Again and again
envisioned with SHE…
My debt in the morn’
Will tired eyes blink.
What time or thought of her
could ever be waste?
Surely, not one of her

That silly time!!!
And times 100,000 nights
Would I lie awake
To see her, just one moment.

~your poet~

Her Two Cents

Lovelorn Poets Her Two Cents IconWhat Love could be
Might I send a letter to awaken the day…
SHE lights the world.
May I never wait again

And it would be an unselfish cause;
To make Good Art
envisioned with SHE…
To see her, just one moment.

 

Lovelorn Poet in London, ENG: Scared

Still Walking by Paul Galbraith

Still Walking by Paul Galbraith

We worry.
We doubt.
But we say them aloud.
We walk through these trepidations together.
The distance we share often centers sounds of the future directly in front of us.
I think we will share our fair portion of terror.
My mother asked me when we were going to see one another.
I smiled and said May.
And I also said you’d come in July.
I said it with a grin.
My mother asked if it was for good.
And my heart lifted at the thought.
My aunt asked if you were my one and only.
My heart said yes and became giddy.
So I said yes.
Yes.

Her Two Cents

Lovelorn Poets Her Two Cents IconWe we but we
The I my I and I
My and my my
So yes.

Lovelorn Poet in NYC: Jellyfish Dreamin’

jellyfish dreamin

jellyfish dreamin

iridescent you
made of goo
when you swim by
we’re all like “ewww”

a bird lands
on the lagoon
of my memory

algae…

Her Two Cents

Lovelorn Poets Her Two Cents Iconwhen you swim by like
my made memory of you
lands on the lagoon
of iridescent algae goo
“ewww”
we’re all a bird…
After Glow

 

 

Lovelorn Poet in NYC: You Can’t Know Who I Am

You Can't Know Who I Am cover
You can’t know who i am, when your few steps on the moon winded you
in that foreign place, deep in space you wondered where i was
but i was always there

watching you from a distance because you’re dangerous
not only to me, but to your own kind
just look at what you’ve
done

and yes, it’s not all black and white
it’s always been about the in
between shades

and subtle shimmers
placed just so

so the rest of them
know

that there’s
hope

 

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Her Two Cents

Lovelorn Poets Her Two Cents IconToday marks a birthday, and an anniversary. Today is the start of year five of Lovelorn Poets and this year, it seemed most appropriate to celebrate and appreciate by publishing a collection of select works stored in the archive. Today, thanks are offered to all of those who have knowingly and unknowingly been a part of this creative endeavor.  You Can’t Know Who I Am is available as a pdf or send a message with a mailing address if you’d like a paper copy.