Lovelorn Poet in NYC: Our Love Was Art

Williamsburg Mural by Icy and Sot : Hope

Williamsburg Mural by Icy and Sot : Hope

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This Is What We’re Capable Of (Our Love Was Art)

august came too soon
and I’m counting the days
until time will return
to the normal way of things
no more of this speed of light bullshit-
lately the sun burns so hot
and this city drinks in the heat
leaving me helpless in the humidity
that burns like a rough whiskey-
it is only in a place like this
that the sound of a hurricane
is generated by the excessive amount
of artificial air
trying to keep the seasons away-
last night i thought i heard
the sound of shattering glass
and this morning
the sun’s reflection was in pieces
shining with the stupidity
of last night’s drunks
walking around like they owned the place
but in a place like this
no one owns much of anything-
the summer has been flying by
as summers tend to fly by
even when there is nothing to talk about
but the absence of social encounters
and personal relations skills to master-
I’ve dreaded September
ever since i was a child
trained to hate the re-institution
of the same old institution
taking my mornings
when i just wanted my morning for myself-
i realise i’ve been
looking out the windows more
waiting for someone to walk by
on the street outside
so i can watch them smoke a cigarette
or lean casually against the wall-
these days
during these heat waves
and somewhat cooler weeks
that seem out of place
the line between freedom and chains
begins to blur
because a filled day is a filled day
and sometimes it feels
like that’s the goal anyway-
if life is too short
maybe a cold, hard winter
is all i really need-

 

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If a cold, hard winter is what our Manhattan poet was hoping for when they released this poem to the world, I sure hope they’re happy with the results as they look out their window and try to navigate the ice and snow covered sidewalks. For me, I’d gladly take August now, I’d gladly take September now, even with all its end-of-season wistful longing.

Lovelorn Poet in New York, NY: Winter Light

dimen ne manhattan

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Winter Light NYC

quiet streets
walking my dog
neighbors nodding “good morning”
newspapers on the stoop
xmas trees on the curb
coffee brewing
sun breaking through
cascading between buildings
perfect winter air
crisp and inviting
the day awaits you
all the promise
make it happen

 

 

 

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While New York City is a place of vibrant colors, lights, and never-ending brightness (a trip to Times Square illustrates this perfectly in surreal brilliance) it’s also a city with a beautiful black and white quality. Early morning winter streets are rich with shades of gray and for a brief moment, a city and its people slow its frenzied pace and take a breath in preparation for the long run ahead.

Lovelorn Poet in NYC: Cashmere Haiku

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Cashmere

warm

warm

Catching a moment
Feeling the glow
Of each other
For just a little while
You are like cashmere
Soft to the touch
Warm and inviting
Come in and stay awhile

Missed Connections are filled with good, bad, and alternative-quatrain-style haiku! Did you write one? Did you find one? Get yourself all warm and cozy and email the link to Lovelorn Poets. We’ll preserve those soft and inviting syllables for all eternity.

Lovelorn Poet in NYC: Connection

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Connection

connection

Connection

like gloves that fit perfectly
two eggs sunny side up
finishing your sentences
Connection

bumps in the road
using humor to defuse
knowing it’s temporary
Connection

answers without questions
a sip of your coffee
the road is long
Connection

karma
skin
imperfection
Connection ……

 

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Connection can be such an uncertain, surprising thing. It can’t be forced or constructed (although people certainly try) and even when it occurs, it’s not guaranteed an indefinite shelf-life (although people seem to think it should).  A connection can be anticipated or completely unexpected but either way, it’ll show up knocking at your door. What you choose to do with it then, is up to you.

Lovelorn Poet in New York City, NY: Catching A Moment

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Catching a Moment

like

like

Catching a moment
Feeling the glow
Of each other
For just a little while
You are like cashmere
Soft to the touch
Warm and inviting
Come in and stay awhile

Missed Connections are filled with good, bad, and alternative-quatrain-style haiku! Did you write one? Did you find one? No need to ink up your fingertips, just email the link to Lovelorn Poets. We’ll preserve those soft and warm syllables for all eternity.