12/04/07 by Mao Carrera
Missed Connections in Baton Rouge
Poem 1
We were like falling stars at midnight, tearing thru the sky
blowing out the glass ceiling between our two worlds
I still find cryptic messages from the other-side of your universe
seeing signs of you everywhere I travel
your initial on a random door
Red coat tails turning a corner in the rain
I still write lifelines on stolen bits of paper left behind by strangers on the floor
and recognize the envelope of memories of your love
still contain my dried tears
my heart left in your pocket of forgotten fullness
Her Two Cents
A lovelorn poet has been running wild (a.k.a. writing like mad) on the Baton Rouge missed connections forum the last few weeks and I’ve managed to capture close to ten pieces of writing so far. Not sure if I’ll post all of them, but Poem 1 is a real winner. Some days, our eyes register nothing in the landscape. Other days, a simple glimpse of a door, a coat, a piece of paper, can cause pebbles of memory to release like an avalanche. Having to choose between blindness or being buried alive isn’t a decision anyone ever wants to make
