From Anchorage to Zebulon: In Search of Missed Connections
love
Love has a secret:
Give it away, get more back!
Do not be afraid.
Missed Connections are filled with good, bad, and ugly haiku (including those containing secret decoder rings). Did you write one? Did you find one? Email the link to Lovelorn Poets and those perfectly counted syllables can be preserved for all eternity. Don’t be shy! Juicy new haiku bits are always wanted.
Textingyour name just above my left ventricle
figure-eights and funnel clouds
that’s the way you make me feel
that way…
Her Two CentsThe left ventricle is one of four chambers of the human heart. It is also thicker and more durable than the right because it pumps blood at a higher pressure (especially during times of sensory “stimulation”). Infinity signs, figure skaters, cotton balls on blue skies and condensed water are all fair game for quickening the pulse. A successful match between trigger and response depends on the definition of, “that way…”.
I’m walking on the beach today in the beautiful Seattle sunshine with the mountains in the background and sailboats scattered across the tantalizing Alki blue, and who do I see?
Not her! Not the one! Not the woman who is imprinted on my DNA dreams. Not the lyric I’ve been aching to sing all my life!
She’s just not there! She’s still hiding somewhere, still disconnected.
So, the bottle is empty ~ today, like every day, and it will be empty until… she opens her eyes.
Her Two CentsI’ve recently discovered the music of Japanese Seizure Robots and was completely taken by this time-lapse video of river-front walkers, bikers and boaters (even if it disappears into darkness half-way through). The images and the tone nicely complement this message-in-a-bottle note from Seattle. There might not be any lyrics today, but the song is still full of hope and sunshine.
Glass Overflowing Missed Connections in Seattle 2013 Resolutions to experience things I never have before: – Arrive to work naked (like in my dreams) – Shed my clean skin and get a tattoo – because it’s so original and unique to only me – Drink alcohol to the point of memory loss – does [...]
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Night Comes Quickly Missed Connections in Seattle Night comes quickly in these long, winter months. Late autumn leaves dance around me in a tiny maelstrom of wind as I make my way downtown past unfamiliar faces. The click of my heels muffled in my own ears, replaced by songs that evoke a sly smile to [...]
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