These Sad Glad Mad Times
These Sad Glad Mad Times
Missed Connections in Brooklyn
These sad glad mad times filled with unusual rhymes
and the darkest finds in fruit so sweet
lemon rhymes and purple beats
In a jovial garden of moist wet air
full of lingering fruit
We held the leaves but
forgot the root
One Year Ago: Lovelorn Poet in Asheville, NC: Thinking of You, and Smiling
Her Two Cents from the Missed Connections Chief Bottle-Finder:
Doesn’t it sometimes feel like our world is in a calamitous uproar of emotions? Simply scan through television or radio, or even your inbox, and you’ll encounter seemingly bi-polar messaging trumpeting some unequivocal victory or abysmal failure – with every day a new battle. Are these individual issues the “leaves” in our poem of the day? Have we become so consumed with categorizing the external that we’ve forgotten the roots that sustain all?
