Lovelorn Poet in Seattle, WA: True Lies Haiku For Hopefuls

Love

Love

“I’ll always love you.”
“We will be friends forever.”
Ex-lover’s ‘true’ lies.

I call them ‘true lies’ because I think we really believe these words when we hear them, or really mean them if we say them.

We want to always be friends, and hold that special time and feeling safe and unmarred forever. We believe that we can accept a break up, or uncoupling with dignity and good feelings, and that the once loved story can be preserved.

But, that rarely happens, right? Rarely, and not never. But not often either.

The pain of rejection, the deep loss and emptiness left in the wake of splitting is often too much. We barely can catch our breath and keep down our lunches at that time, let alone chatting casually with our ‘former’ about their new love or happinesses.

And sometimes despite the broken promises, it is better. We are better off than we feel. We need to take the lessons learned and move on, and try to keep the good memories as markers of what was good, and the problems as guides the next time we find a real keeper.

Missed Connections are filled with good, bad, and lovingly-lieful-haiku. Did you write one? Did you find one? Before you say, think, or do anything, email the link to Lovelorn Poets.  We’ll preserve those beautifully terrible words uttered with the best of intentions for all eternity.

Lovelorn Poet in Seattle, WA: Imperfect Haiku For Hopefuls

gold

gold

“Except for my flaws,
I’m nearly perfect.” She said.
(Call me ‘Imperfect’.)

Who is perfect? Not me for sure. Unless you discount my weaknesses and failings. Then I am made of pure gold.

Just because I don’t scare you away with my ‘total disclosure’ approach doesn’t mean my emotional closet doesn’t have a few spiders and dirt in one of the corners. Luckily they are only house spiders and look frightening, but really aren’t.

The key is to accept others, and ourselves, as mixed baskets of personal qualities. Not every quality or habit we have appeals to every one, but on the whole the good virtues outweigh the imperfections.

I hope. 😉

Missed Connections are filled with good, bad, and perfectly-imperfect-haiku. Did you write one? Did you find one? Before you chase away those spiders, email the link to Lovelorn Poets.  We’ll preserve your words of disclosure (as well as those closeted bits) for all eternity.

Lovelorn Poet in Seattle, WA: Wind and Rain Haiku For Hopefuls

Ocean

Ocean

They did not notice
the cold wind or the hard rain.
Just water and waves.

Two figures pressed together at the water’s edge, hands clasped tightly and bracing against the wind.

Their eyes seemed focused farther off, following the ships. Sailing in, or away, away. And they cannot see the storm clouds just above them, or feel a thin sheet of hail that sweeps over them, and then past them.

They can only see dancing lights across the water, across the bay, like flashing gems or jumping fish under the sun’s rays, like golden fingers, spread apart by the clouds.

Missed Connections are filled with good, bad, and hand-holding-haiku. Did you write one? Did you find one? Before you venture out into the storm, email the link to Lovelorn Poets. Though rain, sleet, and driving snow we’ll preserve those watery words for all eternity (we’ll happily take warm, sunny days, too).

Lovelorn Poet in Seattle, WA: Magic Haiku For Hopefuls

girl

girl

“You’ll find a new girl…
the magic is in trying.”
Those were her last words.

I learned many good things during that relationship. Almost every one helped move me positively along on my path.
But those final, parting words are seared deeply in my current memory. The power of trying goes along with getting, reaching, winning and finding. Those are good.
Of course, just trying isn’t a guarantee of anything, but it does increase your chances over not trying,
(and it lends my hopefulness a helping hand.)

 

Missed Connections are filled with good, bad, and helping-hand-haiku. Did you write one? Did you find one? Did you say farewell forever through one? Before trying anything, email the link to Lovelorn Poets. We’ll preserve those magically crafted words for all eternity (and that is a guarantee).

Lovelorn Poet in Seattle, WA: The Old Black Umbrella

Untitled by Hamed Masoumi

Untitled by Hamed Masoumi

I cannot keep you dry, keep you safe, walk beside you.
But when I hand you the old black umbrella, I am saying with that simple gesture,
“I love you, take care, be safe.”

There are certain words I can say, in certain combinations, that approximate my true heart.
I like you, I care, have a lovely day.
The words I cannot say are turned to colors and pixels and curves, out in the open and on display.
It isn’t a language many know, but each one says,
“I did this for you, this is me, loving you.”
 
Her Two Cents

 

 

Turned to colors and pixels and curves, out in the open and on display
The words I cannot say are
“I love you, take care, be safe.”

But when I hand you the old black umbrella, I am saying with that simple gesture,
“I did this for you, this is me, loving you.”
I cannot keep you dry, keep you safe, walk beside you.

There are certain words I can say, in certain combinations, that approximate my true heart.
It isn’t a language many know, but each one says,
I like you, I care, have a lovely day.