Lovelorn Poet in San Francisco, CA: We Know What You Did Tomorrow

Vintage Strangers

Vintage Strangers

These witches’ bifocals
were tested on locals,
their plusses and drawbacks were plenty.
They conjured a curse
where you age in reverse,
making hindsight a true 20/20.

~ vintage_strangers

Her Two Cents

 

 

conjured witches were true
in hindsight

where their drawback’s age
they tested vintage bifocals
on locals and
20/20 a plusses were plenty

reverse a curse
making you these
strangers

Lovelorn Poet in San Francisco, CA: The Noise

Fall in Love by Dhilung Kirat

Fall in Love by Dhilung Kirat

the noise
that the heart makes
when it falls out of love
how peaceful
most calming
finally –
silence

Her Two Cents

Lovelorn Poets Her Two Cents Iconwhen love finally
falls out of
the noise

that most calming silence

how  it makes the heart
peaceful

… “as I climbed the stairs, I heard him say

I hope you fall
in love

and as I stepped into the sunlight
I realized I was laughing
and I was

light”

selection from Breathing Like a Spaceman by mindgallery,

Lovelorn Poet in San Francisco, CA: Haiku I

Flower

Flower

Flowers and photos.
The last daisy petal falls.
Will you pick me, sir?

 

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Lovelorn Poet in San Francisco, CA: All Those Fragments Of Light

Hearts Made Of Glass by Thomas Hawk

Hearts Made Of Glass by Thomas Hawk

From a vantage point high above, I look down on the city lights. Tiny twinkles of color, some in motion. Storefronts and streetlamps and traffic. Overhead, airplanes drift without wakes through an infinite sea of stars. And everything is still and quiet, so I can think. And I used to sit and wonder, could any of those lights be you? Just maybe? And I would smile.

I would sometimes even dream that in that dizzying array of lights there was one, a most important one, that was moving toward me. And it could be coming from the ground or the sky or even the higher planes of space. And that light was you headed toward me, to open your heart to me, finally. To settle my spirit and hold it tightly to yours.

But what I now see is that for me, All of those lights have become you. Because even though I have long since lost the ability to pick you out, I know you are there somewhere, sharing your beautiful love with others, and I’m certain you are shining. And if it were even remotely possible that I could see you, then I would, and I do. And so now I just immerse myself in all those lights, and I imagine you everywhere. You are all of them. I think about you and I smile. Yes, wistfully. But also with a deep happiness that there was a time, once, when you were close so I could pick you out, and you shined your bright light on me, and let me give you my heart.

Her Two Cents

Lovelorn Poets Her Two Cents IconI think about you and I smile
you are shining
I imagine you everywhere
Tiny twinkles of color infinite sea of stars
could any of those lights be you?

Lovelorn Poet in San Francisco, CA: Dreaming… (Into The Blue)

Vitamin C Tree by *brilho-de-conta

Vitamin C Tree by *brilho-de-conta

A vault. A key. The unexpected scent of orange blossoms. Bloom room.

Two tumblers with 32 teeth; clockwork orange and morning fruit. Sweet tang. Shock burns like a new sun the bright spark charging off the shelf from her safety deposit box. Reclamation and somewhere she left her map. She lost the known.

Well it’s all street now anyways. Dance. Dodge that car, food stall, heckler, stop sign–coffee for the weary and the crossed; hung up on iTunes and indifferent hum. Forget them all. Fuck those boys.

Ghost in the shell.

Stars in her pocket.

Ovation in the public restroom. Ovation in the cubicle crush. Carnal cross the formica desk world of exactly 3 ft. Inches just don’t matter, when you’re under the counter and dreaming.

She heard a song once, about sunshine. Only sunshine.

Eats an orange every day till she finds it again. Beatbox of light.

An ocean waits for her somewhere, heaving.

And so do I.

So come on tight rope walks with me,
across the waves;
come and waltz the spaces between valleys of sea,
where fish forget
or only fly

dreaming.

Her Two Cents

Lovelorn Poets Her Two Cents IconShe lost the known.
Eats an orange every day till she finds it again.
An ocean waits for her somewhere,
dreaming.
And so do I.