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.
The Painter’s Dream by Artcy Lucy
Within in the confines of my mind,
I find that in time, the lines do rhyme
Lyrical, cylindrical movements in the sky,
Seem to fall down around I.
And as rhyme turns to prose,
I do not know how far it will go,
Paper to pen as pen to paper,
Writing lines you will listen to later,
This is spoken word.
Her Two CentsWords, images, and sounds swirl together in our minds; add a sensation, inhale an aroma, and quietly attend to what you have inside. Always collecting, forever forgetting, sometimes creating. Are you listening to the thoughtful words?
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…”.
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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