Lovelorn Poet in St. Augustine, FL: Chew On This…

Spring Ahead

Spring Ahead by Dean Gugler

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Chew On This…

Someday is not a day of the week.
The only day you have is Today.
And, if you are lucky, maybe you get a Tomorrow.

So, what’s next???





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When I find one of these little inspirational messages on a missed connections forum it makes me wonder what the other regular readers think. Do they get annoyed because it’s not a “real” missed connection? Do they appreciate the helpful sentiment behind the communication? Does it make them stop and think about their own thoughts and behaviors? For me, I might not know “what’s next” but I’m certainly looking forward to it. For good or bad we’re the creators of our day and every day that follows.

Lovelorn Poet in Saint Augustine, FL: Strands of Blue

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where are you

Strands of Blue

Strands of blue
A moody hue

Color applied by hand
Once by your man

Thank you for that chance
That crazy love dance


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This short little rhyming poem from St. Augustine is bittersweet and beautiful in such a simple way. I do believe that people, places, and times have colors associated with them in our memories but one person’s “moody” blue may mean something completely different to another. Isn’t it funny how one defined set of hexadecimal co-ordinates can have so many individual interpretations…

Lovelorn Poet in St. Augustine, FL: Fools And A Folly

the fool

The Fool by Diego da Silva

Fools And A Folly
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I almost don’t mind playing the fool.
Like any comedian, I “throw myself under the bus” all the time,
if it’ll get a laugh or make a story more interesting.

But BEING fooled is no fun.
Even when I’m sure it’s you, I’m not really sure it’s you.
I’ve been dead wrong more than once already.
And I get compared to Sandra quite a lot, but no one has ever seen Audrey in me, so I guess I’m wrong again.

So, goodbye to my own personal folly –
these anonymous Craigslist Missed Connections ads.
I don’t want to play the fool any longer.
I don’t want to wish it is me the writer is looking for,
finding clues that convince me,
only to find out it is NOT me.
Instead of reading, with hope in my heart
(and a potent but fluctuating combination of wittiness and wickedness),
I’m going to stick with what I know is actually real,
what is proven to me day-in-and-day-out by both words and actions,
what I can actually depend on.

It’s been a great ride Craigslist,
and I don’t regret a minute of it.
But, despite your mystery and promise of adventure, I have to let you go.
Instead of existing part-time in two places,
it’s time for me to get to really LIVING in the non-online world.

I will miss you, Craigslist Missed Connections, no doubt.
And I still really believe in you.
In your power to bring people together and to make real and true Connections.
I hope readers find what they are looking for.
It is possible.
Good luck.

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Diego da Silva’s interpretation of The Fool from the Tarot of Marseilles is quite different from the traditional image; but it’s those curiously hopeful differences that make it the perfect match for our poet (and poem) from St. Augustine. While reading and dreaming about missed connections can certainly be called a folly, I don’t think anything done with a good intention is ever foolish. Chasing butterflies can make you happy even if you never catch one.

Lovelorn Poet in St. Augustine, FL: 5 Minutes Earlier

5 Minutes Earlier
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Five minutes earlier and you would have seen me riding
(yes, riding)
the shopping cart like a kid does –
coasting along in the misty rain.
Way too old for it, I know,
but it was fun.
I found a picture of us today.
New Year’s Eve 2010.
Your smile was huge.

The thing is,
my intuition had already told me we would meet tonight.
If you had been 5 minutes earlier.


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How many times have you wondered what life would be like had an event occurred just a few moments earlier or later than it did? Short of viewing the film in the parallel universe :-) we have no idea if a slight shift in time would make any difference to the outcome. Situations unfold in their time, with or without our machinations. Are we really in control or is that an illusion too?


Missed Connections in St. Augustine, FL: Into Your Palm, A Sea

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It's too early for the beach by Carl Jones


Into Your Palm, A Sea { }
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into your palm, a sea {s h e l l}
tied up in a bow born of curiosity at your smile

after the gift I ran fast away, needing to warn the stars,
wondering then & still at the happenstance of strangers & music & saturday nights, that particular fever.

‘A woman who writes feels too much,
those trances and portents!
As if cycles and children and islands
weren’t enough; as if mourners and gossips
and vegetables were never enough.
She thinks she can warn the stars.
A writer is essentially a spy.
Dear love, I am that girl.’


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St. Augustine is our missed connections featured location today. The feed is slow and sleepy (it’s taken almost a full year to find three messages worth sharing!) and  not unlike a lazy day at the beach. This particular post caught my eye not only for the ocean reference but for the inclusion (albeit without credit) of part of Anne Sexton poem’s, The Black Art. The thoughtful photograph by Carl Jones completes the message on many different levels.