#Begin

Walking through an artificial forest
looking for something that
isn’t there

languishing on the verge of
being bumped into
tomorrow

my own private grotto

Under the green shade
beneath the empty
bones

of my carefree
cottage

#micropoem

Sometimes it feels like
i’ve been around
for life times

on end

#madverse

 

mindgallery twitter * beatboxbliss tumblr

 

 

 

My favorite part of sharing a mindgallery poem that didn’t come with an image (thanks to Craigslist changing the rules and forbidding them) is picking one from the extensive mindgallery image folder. This photo wasn’t used extensively for other poems, and the holiday ornament/disco ball definitely gives it an “artificial forest” quality. 😉

I have sea foam in my veins, i understand the language of the waves
– Jean Cocteau

Live in the sunshine, swim in the sea, drink the wild air
– Emerson

I’m as old as the river
and like the
river
i’m constantly
refreshed

Untethered and simply weathered
but full of light
even

tonight

 

– Mindgallery
beatboxbliss tumblr – mindgallery twitter

 

 

 

Welcome to 2020 and another year of missed connections poetry. Thanks to the holiday break, the archives are organized (relatively) and ready to be shared. Lots of gems from Flagstaff, Las Vegas, San Francisco, Savannah, Raleigh-Durham, Brooklyn and assorted other forums will be published – I expect to have enough content to last the entire year! And there could very well be 52 mindgallery poems for every Friday until then. 🙂

I’ve been mulling over the whole
evolution vs. creation
thing

and think what
if

we are originally from the sea
which would
mean

we’re constantly
evolving

but into
what

 

 

 

Wishing everyone a very happy holiday season! Here’s a final Missed Connections poem from mindgallery for 2019. Between now and the new year, I’ve tasked myself with organizing my archive of saved poems and posts. It looks like 2020 will be the final year for this project as I still have a few good gems left to share – but just how many, I’ll soon find out. Forever evolving, right? Cheers!

They played that magic syrup
one key at a time, and
phrased it

perfectly still enough so
we could feel it
slip

into places that existed
long before

the dam was
built

 

mindgallery twitter . beatboxbliss tumblr

 

 

 

This long-ago mindgallery poem from the Brooklyn Missed Connections reminds me of the holiday songs I loved so much as a child. Perhaps it’s that magic syrup of only hearing them at this time of year (and in small doses – which means avoiding shopping malls and commercial radio).