Lovelorn Poet in Savannah, GA: The Collect Call

specchio specchio delle mie brame by MicroCosmi

specchio specchio delle mie brame by MicroCosmi

Rachael thought about the first time she saw him.
His good looks couldn’t hide the bad he had done.
She wanted to save him, and for a while she did, until
it was her that needed saving–and that’s when he left.

It was almost five years before she saw him again;
and, by then, she had grown to believe that his leaving
is what saved her. She still can’t recall how she ended
up at a gallery opening downtown or if she knew he
would be there, but later that evening–without the
burden of small talk or regret–they spent the night
together; a night that almost twelve years later,
she still thought about.

Why now? she wondered. How did he find me?
Rachael’s husband knew little of her past. In his eyes,
her life began when they first met: Her friends were
mostly their friends, and in the scheme of things,
she didn’t know any of them very well.

Over the years, she occasionally heard his name
mentioned at dinner parties and when she got home
she would search for him online, and think about the
crooked scar between his shoulder blades and the
way he lowered his head when he smiled.

The phone was still in Rachael’s hand.

“Ma’am?” the operator asked for the second time.

Rachael could see the dust on the stairs.
Yesterday, she would have probably fetched the
vacuum cleaner and end up cleaning the whole
house–and likely gone to the market afterwards
to buy fresh flowers. But, not today. Instead, she
took the clips out of her hair and looked in the mirror.

Considering it was the first time she had seen
herself that morning, she was not unhappy with
what she saw.
‘I accept the charges,’ she said to the operator.
Rachael could hear the distance in the crackling
line, but not in his voice.
‘Hello?’

Her Two Cents

 

 

His good looks
he had
he left
his leaving

him
again
he would be
his eyes, his name, his shoulder blades, his head

he smiled
his voice
‘Hello?’

Lovelorn Poet in Raleigh-Durham, NC: The Key

Forgotten Door by lavagirl66

Forgotten Door by lavagirl66

 

In my mind
Did I there find
The door
And somewhere key

In thought
I knew 
Just what was true
Until, I found there
Me…

‘Twas emptiness
ill’Lo joke-all
And learnt,
Twas nowear’Me

Left there was I
Me–myself
And only Love 
To free

And there you were
My light, my Love
Turned inside-out
Of me

And there you were
A’door, my Love
And finally found
The Key.

~your poet~

 

Her Two Cents

 

 

In my mind, In thought

I knew,
Until, I found there,
Did I there find
And finally found
And learnt,

The door
A’door, my Love
And only Love

And somewhere key, The Key.

Left there was,
And there you were,
Just what was true
And there you were

Twas nowear’Me
Of me
Me…
Me–myself
My light, my Love

 

Lovelorn Poet in Raleigh-Durham, NC: To Miss A Kiss

The Kiss by Constanza

The Kiss by Constanza

Did we catch a memory
Of you and me
Of you and me
And now I see
That you SEE
You in me
You and me

Oh, what did I Miss
With a kiss
And a kiss
Do I Miss
Do you Miss
Miss our kiss
Miss our kiss

Souls together in A’maze
In a maze
In A’maze
And for days
And days
It’s a maze
It’s A’mazing ways

And our Love, like a dove in nigh’
We will sigh
We will sigh
Our sigh’n language
Of Love,
As morning comes
Morning comes
Two lone doves
We’re In Love
We’re In Love…

~your poet~

Her Two Cents

 

 

 

Did we catch a memory
now I that
Oh, what did with

Souls together for a’mazing ways
like a dove nigh’ sigh’n language

Of
As
Two lone doves

Lovelorn Poet in NYC: Snow Is Falling, New York City

snow is falling nycSnow is falling in Manhattan, I’ve got my coat, I’ve got my hat on
Falling deeper down in Brooklyn, someone’s cold that I just took in
Snowflakes causing quite a scene, Staten Island, The Bronx and Queens
Softly falling, oh so pretty, snow is falling, New York City

Falling down on Brooklyn Bridge, from Riverdale down to Bay Ridge
From the narrows, to the heights, falling on the city lights
See the city in a rush, transformed with a quiet hush
Come tomorrow it’s all gone, still it falls on and on

Snow along the sidewalk sweeps, across the city that never sleeps
Children sledding in the park, couples skating after dark
Sounds of laughter in the air, snow plows rushing here and there
Snowmen, snowballs, snowflakes fall, snow draped buildings big and small

Snow is falling in Manhattan, I’ve got my coat, I’ve got my hat on
Falling deeper down in Brooklyn, someone’s cold that I just took in
Snowflakes causing quite a scene, Staten Island, The Bronx and Queens
Softly falling, oh so pretty, snow is falling, New York City

KB

Her Two Cents
New York City, snow is falling, oh so pretty, softly falling
The Bronx and Queens, Staten Island, snowflakes causing quite a scene
Someone’s cold that I just took in, falling deeper down in Brooklyn
I’ve got my hat on, I’ve got my coat, snow is falling in Manhattan

Snow draped buildings big and small, snowflakes fall, snowballs, snowmen
Snow plows rushing here and there, sounds of laughter in the air
Couples skating after dark, children sledding in the park
Across the city that never sleeps, snow along the sidewalk sweeps

Still it falls on and on, come tomorrow it’s all gone
Transformed with a quiet hush, see the city in a rush
Falling on the city lights, to the heights, from the narrows
From Riverdale down to Bay Ridge, falling down on Brooklyn Bridge

New York City, snow is falling, oh so pretty, softly falling
The Bronx and Queens, Staten Island, snowflakes causing quite a scene
Someone’s cold that I just took in, falling deeper down in Brooklyn
I’ve got my hat on, I’ve got my coat, snow is falling in Manhattan

 

Lovelorn Poet in Baltimore, MD: Hitch

Pick Up by Roland Brunner

Pick Up by Roland Brunner

I’ll hitch a ride with you, baby
Anywhere you’re goin’
I’ll keep this black tank on
Yeah the jeans and the boots
Hell I’d even wear a cowboy hat
for ya
So let’s hit it,
the road.
Dogs & dirt bikes in the back
Sippin’ on that sick-ass whiskey
Passin’ that piece and I’m kickin’
those beats

Her Two Cents
Hell
wear that cowboy hat
black tank
jeans and the boots

I’ll hitch a ride with you, baby
I’d keep the piece, that whiskey and 
those beats
a sippin’ passin’ kickin’ in the back
even on this
I’m so on it
sick-ass for ya

Yeah, anywhere you’re goin’
I’ll…
let’s hit the road
Dogs & dirt bikes