Lovelorn Poet in Anchorage, AK: kOOL DREAm 5

kOOL DREAm 5
Missed Connections from Anchorage

u
me
cool summer night
a little over 18 years from now
both us with just a tad more gray
and a smidge more wrinkles
rocking on our front porch
gazing into the Knight Sky
your complaining about your back
and I’m offering to rub on the icy hot
My feet are cold
as I seemed to misplace my slipper socks
allowing our minds to wander
there is an overwhelming sense of proudness of our children’s accomplishments
and gratefulness for the prosperity of our legacy
smiling rocking and cherishing every moment of time left in our future with each other :)

 

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A number of these kOOL DREAm pieces appeared on the Anchorage feed a ways back – in fact, I featured one back in March. I love discovering these hidden pockets of creativity and expression. Some are fleeting, others persist for years, and I have to wonder about the people behind the words. Will our writer remember this poem in eighteen years? Will their life resemble what they had dreamed? This pretty song by Alexi Murdoch provides a canvas for letting your thoughts ramble and expand as you think about today and tomorrow.



Lovelorn Poet in Anchorage, AK: Uniting

Lovelorn Poets forgotten stairs

Forgotten Stairs by Laura Zurowski

Uniting
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A warmth breeze of summer’s air enters into my open window
Emerge still images of you which leave me in a serene state
No matter the passing of days, years, or season
The fact remains these thoughts have never seized nor departed,
Along with the love I have for you unlocking each day inside this beating heart.
I think our past has benefited our growth, mere reflection of a flower wanting to blossom,
Removing unnecessary weeds and collected debris, which have disguised us
In order to see today our budding beauty, standing firm on earthly ground, with our love on this day.

 

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My living room has a row of windows looking down over a sloping hillside of trees. Sometimes I like to stand in front of the window closest to the front door and stare outside at the shades of green. Morning brings birds, night is for stray cats, and groundhogs make the circuit regardless of time. Despite their proclivity for vegetable gardens and fallen fruit, I can’t seem to entice a single groundhog to eat any of the weedy growth encircling the house. Years and years of neglect have rendered my land a jungle and every early evening I venture out with gloves, choppers, and giant paper sacks provided by the Department of Sanitation designated for “yard waste.” Well, almost every night. Some nights I settle on the couch by the windows and ignore the creeping ocean of green around me. Rolling back time and vegetation is a weighty task – not just because of the physical labor, the scrapes and bug bites, but because of what is revealed after the cover is removed. Cigarette butts, bulbs of flowers long dormant, ineffective scraps of black plastic ground sheeting, and nails. My yard is full of nails. Giant nails thick as my finger and longer than my hand. The nails remind me of Jesus crucified on the cross and I wonder why there are so many of them buried in the dirt. I think about these mysteries hidden in the dirt and I wonder what this home looked like in 1963 when it was fresh and new. I think about what this home will look like next week, next month, next year… Beauty will come, beauty is here now, today.

Lovelorn Poet in Anchorage, AK: The Finger

Missed Connections in AnchorageThe Finger
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is what i give everyone else…
no embellishment needed
but you, you’re something else
to you, i give my heart
i can trust you with it :)

i’m the luckiest girl in the world.
i love you.

 

One Year Ago: Lovelorn Poet in Brooklyn, NY: Rough Draft

Lovelorn Poets her two cents iconHer Two Cents from the Missed Connections Chief Bottle-Finder:
Sometimes even the toughest, crankiest king crab (or in this case, Queen Crab?) can discover that underneath the prickly shell there lies a soft and gentle heart.


Missed Connections in Anchorage, AK: Every Time I’m Around You

Lovelorn Poets and Shocking Blue

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Every Time I’m Around You
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Every time i’m around you,
i feel a charge.
Me and my pesky fields to plow,
you and your ball of confusion.

 

 

Lovelorn Poets her two cents iconHer Two Cents from the Missed Connections Chief Bottle-Finder:
I’m familiar with most of the soundtracks the Music Guru picks but this is the first time I have ever heard this song. In fact, I’d never even heard of this band – Shocking Blue. It certainly has that early 70s pre-disco synth sound, but there’s something about it that kind of grows on you. The video has some serious synching issues but that just adds to the enjoyment.

 

Lovelorn Poet in Anchorage, AK: Kool Dream

Kool Dream
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Kool Dream

u
me
in the house
in the dark
playing hide n seek
with the kids
the kids were IT
after looking over here, over there,
for a perfect hiding spot
last minute I slipped quietly into the broom closet
suddenly I felt something touch my….before I had a chance to scream
you cupped my mouth from behind and pulled me in close n tight almost hard
then you started to kiss my neck and whisper sweet yet naughty punishments
for almost giving away your hiding spot
as I stood there weak in the knees awaiting to see their silly little faces sneaking up on us
my heart smiled for all the misplaced pieces finally found their proper place!

The stars on high shining bright-Sweet dreams, my darling, sleep well…good night~

Her Two Cents from the Missed Connections Chief Bottle-Finder:

Lovelorn Poets her two cents iconSomething about this missed connections poem of the day reminded me of high school (or at least of being 15…). I think it’s the whole “having a friend come over and visit while babysitting” scenario and then playing fun games so the kids won’t narc on you. :-)  Hiding in the closet might not be terribly original, but it can have some surprisingly pleasant results!