Language..
Missed Connections in Pittsburgh, PA
I’ve been learning your language,
its not as easy as you make it seem…
Me: I hate technology…
You: Look at all that is possible…
From Anchorage to Zebulon: In Search of Missed Connections
I’ve been learning your language,
its not as easy as you make it seem…
Me: I hate technology…
You: Look at all that is possible…
Now the real work begins.
Quietly. Elegantly. Stoically.
In full on over drive.
Missed Connections in Pittsburgh, PA
My life IS Agony
I saw an old man in the clouds today.
Then he disappeared.
I freaking love you.
Forever.
Her Two Cents offers daily commentary on missed connections selected to appear on Lovelorn Poets.
Her Two Cents on My Life Is Agony
Our Pittsburgh poet is a tortured soul looking heavenwards for a solution. This amazing image by addy1968 may not contain the answers, but there’s something in its rich detail (is a photograph? is it a painting?) that brings to mind the work of the Hudson River School artists – and those folks certainly proved that nature can be enlightening and mysterious.
Gentle Readers: At one time or another we’ve played the game of finding images in the clouds. And like our poet, we may have even seen something that made us sad or even cry. Has this ever happened to you? What did you see and what did it remind you of?
You tipped me a tooth today.
I found it at the end of my shift.
Was that intentional, or are you now missing your spares?
Pretty original, if intentional.
I appreciate it (:
Gone
remembering
Pittsburgh
in the Fall
gold leaves blowing
wet streets
hills
the big old house
that’s gone now
baby fine hair and brown corduroys
your roommates in the kitchen
Savoy Brown records
the big bed
sweet kisses
reluctant goodbyes