Lovelorn Poet in Ann Arbor, MI: Missing Ingredient (Me)

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Missing Ingredient (Me)

Serving up Love
Ingredients:

Equal Parts. . …

Freedom and Opportunity
Hugs and Kisses
Hopes and Dreams
Talks and Walks
A Dash of Twist and Turns
-and-
A pinch of intuition

Directions:
Start with Freedom and Opportunity; add two people and mix until well blended.

Add Hopes, Dreams, Walks, and Talks. Use a pinch of intuition

-when you are comfortable-

add Hugs and Kisses. At first, batter might be thin, but the more time you nurture the dough, the easier it is to work with.

Add a dash of Twist and Turns; Serve warm.

 

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When I went searching for “songs about cooking”, Eileen Barton’s classic, “If I Knew You Were Coming, I’d Have Baked a Cake.” topped the list. However, this amusing 1969 Sesame Street skit, featuring Ernie and Cookie Monster (who ate cookies, not vegetables, at the time) shows that sometimes, even when you have all the necessary ingredients, there can be a disconnect between what one wants and what another is able to provide.  Maybe Ernie should have offered broccoli…

Lovelorn Poet in Ann Arbor, MI: Excuse To My Heart

Excuse To My Heart
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I'm ok

Excuse to My Heart

A poem created in the shower
Forgotten before I grabbed a towel
One composed at 2am
Typed out but lost
When I hit send
Something which I cannot see
Blocks words you weren’t
Supposed to read
Fate requesting me to wait
Though standing still.

 

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How many stories, scripts, poems, novels, and ideas for world domination and financial abundance have you developed in your mind while showering, driving, working in the garden… imagine what might happen if you managed to write down notes on even a few of these thoughts and then took the time to develop one? You wouldn’t be standing still any longer.

 

Lovelorn Poet in Ann Arbor, MI: By Not Looking, I Almost Missed You

bread & oil

Bread 7 Oil by Susan Murtaugh

By Not Looking, I Almost Missed You
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I told you that I wasn’t looking for you.
I said that I was single and not looking to change that.
Then I said something about homemade bread, or maybe pie.
Whatever it was, I’m glad you didn’t listen.
I’m glad we’ve had our ocean of stars, our thousand miles, our infinite darkness.
I’m glad I didn’t know you were there until you saw me.
I’m glad I had no expectations,
because having them drowned in your generosity would have been even more overwhelming.

Do you remember what I said I wanted on Thanksgiving?
To spend the day with warm light, a fragrant kitchen, music in the background, the freedom to wake up or sleep in or read to you or whatever.
I had everything I wanted and craved only the “with”.
Thank you, Gentle Reader, for,
every morning,
making my dreams come true.

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In the frenetic pace of our everyday lives there are so many things we fail to see or experience – and we don’t even know what we’re missing. As we’re moving into Thanksgiving-Black Friday-Small Business Saturday-Holiday Shopping mania, maybe we should all try to step back or slow down for a moment. Find something simple to enjoy (like good, fresh bread?) and luxuriate in a moment of relaxation. Who knows where it may take you?


Lovelorn Poet in Ann Arbor, MI: All You Said Was, “It’s Tragic”

All You Said Was, “It’s Tragic”
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Thanks. I knew that already.
I’m not trying to make a point.


Image courtesy of xkcd.

 

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This message, complete with the xkcd comic embedded in it, has been sitting in my inbox since 12/20/2010. Somehow, somewhy, every time I saw the subject line it brought about a spate of  horribly welcome and delicious self-tortuous dark and twisty thoughts. It’s like an obsession with a particular kind of chocolate or alcohol; no matter how hard you try to refuse, it keeps lurking around the corner with that subtle come-hither finger gesture. The inbox is in a disastrous state due to my neglect, but Hurricane Sandy has me thinking it’s time to let the wind and rain wash everything away… but not without saving a few reminders in a different container first.

Missed Connections in Ann Arbor, MI: This Is For The One Who…

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Hope flowers by عبدالمجيد المطيويع

 

This Is For The One Who…
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((((A Parable))))

…ah yes, alone
walking,
drifting. Always.
Listen.
…someone?

I find a flower.
And almost uproot her!

Possess, own
cherish,
betray. Pictures.
Parties.
Meet the friends, and family!

Until sullen, dry
Forgotten in a dusty scrapbook.

But didn’t. Couldn’t,
and let her be.

…still where I left her,
growing.
Thriving.
I visit.
…seasons, and seasons.

Flower now flowers
abundant. Where…

I am welcome
if modest.

…and so to you!
My friend,
stranger.
The curious.
The same.

Gather your patience!
For forever
A flower’s
Fragrance.

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Lovelorn Poets her two cents iconHer Two Cents from the Missed Connections Chief Bottle-Finder:
Gather your patience! For forever A flower’s Fragrance. What a beautiful and intriguing poem this is. Little descriptive snippets leave much to the imagination – the message is personal yet universal. Have you taken a moment to notice the flowers around you? They’re waiting…