Lovelorn Poet in San Francisco, CA: This Way Haiku

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This Way

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love

In this way I shall
once again let you know
how much I love you

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Lovelorn Poet in San Francisco, CA: People Are Like Seasons

People Are Like Seasons
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life is funny.

it’s frustrating.
it’s magical.
it’s depressing.
it’s enlightening.
it’s a gift.
it changes in a moment.
bright days turn dark.
clouds form, rain pours.
winds blow, lightning strikes.
eventually it passes and clears up.
rainbows rise.
the sun shines.
flowers bloom.
weeks fade into months.
bad days eventually become good days.
winter turns to summer.
it always works out.

grudges are for people who hate themselves.
happiness is forgiving. tomorrow’s a new day.

above all things, life is short.
enjoy it.

 

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The only certainty life holds is that time moves forward. Why is enjoying today, enjoying the now, a task we often avoid? We throw aside our  current lives only to look back upon it with strong emotion. We ignore the present, preferring to look ahead to something better, different, or more interesting tomorrow. What if everything we needed was right in front of us right now? Would be even believe it?

 

Lovelorn Poet in San Francisco, CA: This Is Not A Love Poem

This Is Not A Love Poem
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heights

This is Not a Love Poem

This is not a love poem, but more like an old receipt
you might stare at absentmindedly
before it crumples back inside your pocket: a recounting
of a little thing; a glimpse,
not a revelation; not the secret
of a young face in an old locket;
not a shroud of blackbirds, diving at loose ends.

You see, when I write “the mighty waves had swept us
on and on,” I don’t mean love
had gripped us in its dogged jaws (though it did)
like Scylla (or was it Charybdis?– the other was a giant squid).
See? I’m no good with metaphors (or similes).

No, I’m talking about that day at the beach,
soon after we moved back east,
when we drank cheap tequila and danced to Le Tigre
on the bone-white sand, smoked a joint
and succumbed to joy in the blue-green ocean.

I thought I heard you shout “Synaesthesia! like Nabokov!”
above the water, as we bobbed further out
and the sun fell under. I swam over, held you close
as if I understood, and joked we just might wash up
in Portugal by autumn, and you laughed that pixie laugh
I so adored. I had no words. I don’t know why
I remember these little things, but I still do.

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We forget so many of the little things that those we do remember seem to take on a larger than life meaning. The snapshot in our mind of a particular place; a sentence or phrase embued with a deeper meaning beyond the words; scraps of paper that float about for days, weeks, or years reminding us of something as simple as a trip to the grocery store. Can these moments still be a love poem? I think so.

 

Lovelorn Poet in San Francisco, CA: Remember

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Remember Missed Connections from the City of San Francisco I remember love. Rare was the gift of eyes to share audacity! Nights not every light was a dead star we swam waters dangerous wine-dark and jewel-fingered; held to the heart’s possibilities, we sang boldly under the choir of numbered suns, hungered as a statue’s widow […]

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Lovelorn Poet in San Francisco, CA: Arnold Schwarzenegger Is The Best Actor Ever

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Arnold Schwarzenegger Is The Best Actor Ever Missed Connections from the City of San Francisco I am NOT STALKING you. This is how I saw it unfold. You interjected the arnold schwarzenegger comment into my conversation with a friend. Funny, fun, spontaneous. My friend and I left cafe xo. You got your coffee. We walked […]

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