From Anchorage to Zebulon: In Search of Missed Connections
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Eyes wince Tearing heart Patient life Be still
Release quick |
Missed Connections are filled with good, bad, and creatively counted haiku-like poetic structures. Did you write one? Did you find one? Did you respond to one? Hesitation worsens, so email the link to Lovelorn Poets. We’ll preserve those sadly surprising syllables for all eternity.
Love
CL has no love
For haiku form, why is that?
More hastily thrown.
Missed Connections are filled with good, bad, and Craigslist imposed minimum character count complaint haiku. Did you write one? Did you find one? Did you respond to one? Work your way around the rules and email the link to Lovelorn Poets. We’ll preserve those perfectly counted and extraneous syllables for all eternity.
Ineffableness
Most things we experience can be described.
The spontaneous jazz improvisation can be described by pressure waves.
The transformation a seed into a flower can described by photosynthesis.
The wondrous sight of a rainbow can be perceived by the processing of visible light.
The enthralling fragrance of a rose can be elucidated by a complex chemical process.
The taste of fresh picked blackberries are also disclosed by chemical interaction.
The weight of a book is easily illustrated by gravity.
The flight of a comet is easily defined by Newtons laws.
All of the above explanation defile the magic, purity, and awe of the experience.
Love defies explanation.
One can only barely come close by saying it is an act of faith and trust between two people based on a pure feeling deep in one’s heart and soul.
I would venture one step further and say that while experiences, such as the ones described above by our Manhattan poet, can be described using words, images, and numbers, the articulations of those complex combinations are still limited compared to a whole body sensory experience. It’s just the tip of the iceberg, if you think about it.
– Oh, this rent*!…
I should sleep in a tent!
No! I’ll ask for a hand.
– Yes, if you accept to use my… magic wand 🙂
Composed by a 50ish gentleman.
Single, well mannered, respectful, well educated.
Generous. Good sense of humor.
Art (Venus of Urbino…),
literature (Fanny Hill…),
travelling (Aphrodite’s island…),
music (Liebestraum…),
gastronomy (oysters…).
Niveau de français : C2+ 🙂
Escorts etc: no, thanks.
(*) non-limitative example
I few months back I decided to follow a few of the European Missed Connections feeds. On a whole, they’re not widely used and the posts that do appear are more in-line with Casual Encounters/NSA. However, this poetic attempt at fishing for “romance” in Paris prompted a bit of a chuckle (esp. the line about the magic wand). That’s probably not the response our poet was hoping for, but it ain’t me he’s looking for, babe…
versunken nur by Leo Grubler
1
Where shall the doves fly, should they fly my way
i would tell them that her poetic ripples
are now entwined in the rhythm
of time
and how my heart weeps, for she is me
and i am them, so we all can
weep together
short words in an ancient
universal, african
language
provide the drum
beats
heart murmur
silence
11
in twilight, sunlight, darkness
and blackness
she gave us life and the
sound of the drums
and
lullaby hymns
111
Ever notice, when you look up at the moon
no matter where you are in the world
it’s the same moon
we all see
“I’ve learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow. I’ve learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights. I’ve learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents, you’ll miss them when they’re gone from your life. I’ve learned that making a “living” is not the same thing as making a “life.” I’ve learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance. I’ve learned that you shouldn’t go through life with a catcher’s mitt on both hands; you need to be able to throw something back. I’ve learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision. I’ve learned that even when I have pains, I don’t have to be one. I’ve learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone. People love a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back. I’ve learned that I still have a lot to learn. I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.” ― Maya Angelou