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.

Lovelorn Poet in Seattle, WA: Sky Haiku For Hopefuls

Time

Time

sock, sock, pants then shoes
on time to dress for work and
time to see the sky.

Funny about time, the time, and timing. The right time, the next time, some time soon. :- ) Let’s dream about bending time, suddenly loose and slippery, like bending spoons with our thoughts.

Missed Connections are filled with good, bad, and losing-time-haiku. Did you write one? Did you find one? Did you dream one? Before you slip into an alternate reality (or slip on your shoes), email the link to Lovelorn Poets. We’ll preserve those perfectly timed words for all eternity.

Lovelorn Poet in Seattle, WA: Donuts Haiku For Hopefuls

power

power

Donuts Not Diets!
is not a “good health” message.
But I’m not judging.

What is it about a hot cinnamon-sugar twist that gives it its power over me?
I’m drawn to its crispy, golden edges and soft cotton-like inside, with the force of a giant black hole. There is no escape.
Any bets that the gym names a treadmill after me?

Missed Connections are filled with good, bad, and deliciously-decadent-haiku. Did you write one? Did you find one? Did you eat one? Before you scarf down your second (or third, or…) email the link to Lovelorn Poets. We’ll preserve those waistline expanding words of sweet temptation for all eternity.