Lovelorn Poet in Baltimore, MD: Melting

January 27, 2014 by lovelornpoets

Missed Connections in Baltimore

Melting

Shield of Words by Lew Holzman

melting
undoredo
redunspun
wordsmeltintoemotion
meaningunseething
eyesplaytricks
orisitjustmemory
habitformedphilosophy
thisworldnotmeandforme
anditseverylittlethingisee
istandsoaloneandconnectivity
seemingimmortalitybrings
unrequitedrejectionalasmyperfection
equalizerlikestanzasperhapsforming
mynewshinybrandhalcyonhaloseenfromorbit
asmyfreeversefollyflyintocompleteandutteroblivion
everythingissodifferentwhilemaskingsimilarity
determinedriotorjustwhatoneoncecalledquietroit
smallacityescapesmewhilstcomplexitygeneratesme
justanotherlivingmachine
breathingeatingfuckingshitting
cattleherdconcertsblackspeckedpalegrainshearingthesame
understandingthemselfwhichisliketheneedlerippingthruthe
grovesinthespinningcirclesofsungheraldartistsang
whenisitmyturnyesthesameasmyoblivion

Her Two Cents

It’s always a treat to find someone who’s doing something a little different and playful with their missed connections creative offerings. It certainly challenges the lazy eyes and brain to break apart the long strings of letters, but as our Baltimore poet says, “eyes play tricks or is it just memory?” Words can be simply letters, words can be a game, and words can be a shield, too.

Lovelorn Poet in New York, NY: Winter Light

January 24, 2014 by lovelornpoets

dimen ne manhattan by belle fleur

Missed Connections in Manhattan

Winter Light NYC

quiet streets
walking my dog
neighbors nodding “good morning”
newspapers on the stoop
xmas trees on the curb
coffee brewing
sun breaking through
cascading between buildings
perfect winter air
crisp and inviting
the day awaits you
all the promise
make it happen

Her Two Cents

While New York City is a place of vibrant colors, lights, and never-ending brightness (a trip to Times Square illustrates this perfectly in surreal brilliance) it’s also a city with a beautiful black and white quality. Early morning winter streets are rich with shades of gray and for a brief moment, a city and its people slow its frenzied pace and take a breath in preparation for the long run ahead.

Lovelorn Poet in Brooklyn, NY: The Evening Glitter

January 17, 2014 by lovelornpoets

New York – Outside My Small Window by Mi…Chael

Missed Connections in Brooklyn

The Evening Glitter

On another day with the sun to the east
we’d be dreaming together
your hair light

and lit by the summer air, and in
another world with the
sky swirled

into a black and grey parfait
we’d hold each other
tight

and sleep away the night
our bodies so light
once

we’d just lie there
and sway

Her Two Cents

A window may be small but the view outside can be expansive with seemingly never-ending details and permutations. That view is always there whether you look at it directly, incidentally, or not at all. The haze, the clearing, the muted-tones, and the glitter are all combined into one big forever-changing scene that we can access at any time of the day or night.

Lovelorn Poet in Baltimore, MD: Cloud Finger

January 15, 2014 by lovelornpoets

A Dream Within A Dream by zedzap

Missed Connections in Baltimore

Cloud Finger

Cloud finger
Growing downward
Past hidden leaves
Penetrate roots
Fossil fruits
Fill the air
Deepest sunset
Particles particulate

To live from imagination
One must burn memory
Lost or gained
Seldom inspire such dreadful
Pain.

Piano key descent
My soul
Hidden,
Found dead
Once for rent,
Now inspired
Azure contrast
cloud air jet.

Her Two Cents

Watching clouds move and transform across the horizon provides some insight into our own personal “sky-scape.” Is what we see fascinating or threatening, calming or energizing, reminiscent of past people, places, or things? Clouds are condensed water vapor, but in our minds, our hearts, our creative souls, they can take on whatever characteristics and qualities we choose. Choose wisely.

Lovelorn Poet in Las Vegas, NV: Peace

January 8, 2014 by lovelornpoets

Missed Connections in Las Vegas

Peace

Prayer Flag by Crazy George

so many voices chanting free verse
are we one among many
or many within one
violence, longing
resistance, acceptance
questions
more perfectly ourselves we become with each breath
useful data withheld
it matters not
questions scattered into the wind
prayer flags and paper boats
immaculate self immolation
all is burned away but the still point
Yggdrasil rooted
Iktomi, Anansi, Coyote
innocent or malicious
it matters not
all interaction is holy

~ Susie Hewitt, that crazy Las Vegas poet

Her Two Cents

I can’t believe I’m saying this, but the day has come for Las Vegas to eclipse both the Brooklyn and Manhattan missed connections feeds for sheer volume of poetry, stories, and other forms of non-traditional poems and messages. I’ve yet to determine if all this creative output is the result of one or two individuals working independently or if there’s a larger group of people acting in concert, but the activity is near-daily and varies considerably. Regardless, the perpetrators are clearly following the “what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas” motto because there’s nary a bit of disclosure or self-promotion to be found (yet).

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