Lovelorn Poet in Seattle, WA: Happy Hour Haiku For Hopefuls

Walking

Walking

Walking down the street
you hold my arm so tightly
I almost lift you.

We leave the bar after a “happy hour” together. I use the cool night air as my excuse to draw you closer, to show you how easily your tender frame fits against me as we wait to cross the street. Your head matches perfectly against my shoulder as I clutch your arm tightly against my side; gently but firmly. I guide you as we cross the intersection, “Quick, let’s run.” I had to laugh. We ran because the light was changing, but there weren’t any cars in sight.

Missed Connections are filled with good, bad, and walking-down-the-street- haiku. Did you write one? Did you find one? Before you break any traffic rules, email the link to Lovelorn Poets.  We’ll preserve that burst of post-happy-hour-happiness for all eternity.

Lovelorn Poet in Seattle, WA: Jazz Haiku For Hopefuls

friendHave ‘synco’-patience
with yourself, I said to my
jazz pianist friend.

Some days we lose the key, feel out of time, or like we are just missing the beat. Maybe it’s time for a short set break.

We don’t win the prize, or do our very best, or get what we ‘hoped’ for all the time.

No path is all up or down, and no one is perfect in every way for anyone else. We need to accept each other and our selves as we really are, and not as we want each other to be (or feel that we need to hide what we really are from someone else either.)

Turn the page and keep playing, time to get back to making the music.

Missed Connections are filled with good, bad, and down-beat-style-haiku. Did you write one? Did you find one? Before you lose yourself in a blue haze, email the link to Lovelorn Poets.  We’ll preserve those 5-7-5-to-the-bar-syllabic beats for all eternity.

Lovelorn Poet in Seattle, WA: Jelly Haiku For Hopefuls

remember

remember

When I remember
the last kiss that you gave me
I turn to jelly.

Your kiss is still lingering on my lips. That kiss that was so long, soft and deep. As your breath mingles with mine, we embrace more tightly. The floor and the walls fall away, as we become one living soul.

Missed Connections are filled with good, bad, and silver-screen-kisses-haiku. Did you write one? Did you find one? Before you fall away into amorous delirium, email the link to Lovelorn Poets.  We’ll preserve those mingling-n-tingling syllables for all eternity.

Lovelorn Poet in Seattle, WA: Holiday Haiku For Hopefuls

Sun

Sun

Haiku disappear
like yesterday’s sand castles
and day in the sun.

The sand castles can wash away in the next high tide, but sun burned skin lasts for days.

Holiday weekends are opportunities to rest, or stress depending on your situation, right? I rested, and cooked outside, and had soft ice cream, and got a lot of sun.

Except for food and day off from work, I really don’t care about any of the big holidays. But they sometimes stand as milestones to measure stages of our lives from year to year. I am in a far place from last July, and so very far from the year before.

I also tried to slow down and listen to my “inner voice” too.
(NOT the one in my head that keeps chanting, ‘drive faster..drive faster’.)

It reminded me to go slow and walk softly. To clean up after myself, and not to leave my hopes and dreams behind me, but follow them instead.

 

Missed Connections are filled with good, bad, and slowly-disappearing-haiku. Did you write one? Did you find one? Before you go out to sea with the next high tide, email the link to Lovelorn Poets.  We’ll preserve those sun-and-sand syllables for all eternity.

Lovelorn Poet in Seattle, WA: Valentine Haiku For Hopefuls

Love

Love

Be my Valentine
was much easier to say
when we were in school.

Now that we are grown there is a lot more pressure to find, or not to feel missed by a special-hearted person in our lives. If we could make every day a day for expressing Love and sending sweets and cards, we won’t really need Valentines anymore.

Missed Connections are filled with good, bad, and every-day-is-Valentine’s-Day-haiku. Did you write one? Did you find one? Before you wish upon a star that turns into a plane, email the link to Lovelorn Poets.  We’ll preserve those lovingly (or desirously) counted syllables for all eternity.