From Anchorage to Zebulon: In Search of Missed Connections
Super Moon by mindgallery
Your music slides in slowly through the side door
a soft pitter patter with
a gentle
beat
and like a taste of honey creamed thoughts
softly blowing through the trees
and towards the
west
we walked quietly through the moonlit night
our toes knowing more than
words can
say
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Yesterday’s New Moon might not have been a “Super Moon” but that’s ok. Wherever you are, I hope the moonlit night shines bright!
Veils by unknown
seek nothing
love everything
non-profit tax-free
corporeal mission statement
for the first time
x-ray third eye
two way vision
all is revealed remaining
unseen
but for the study
of biochemically
manufactured emotion
science fiction moment
of remembrance that
we don’t exist
It’s been some time since I’ve shared a found poem from the Las Vegas Missed Connections. While much of the creative writing and poetry that made its way to the forum was decidedly hard-edged and aimed at unmasking the glittering facade of “sin city” this one is bit softer and more introspective.
Bright-er by mindgallery
Sometimes i feel like
a caged bird
or a
wild horse i
can’t
decide
*
always amongst the dark
ash burning
bright
*
i see three
trunks
and 1 tree
covered
in moss
and
filigree
oh . my . god …
I saved so many mindgallery poems that were posted to the Brooklyn Missed Connections over the years. Every week I scan through some of them looking for just the right piece that articulates how I’m feeling – and this week, Bright-er jumped right out at me. All that moss and filigree, birds and horses… oh. my. god. 🙂
he is super cute
and the babes really love him
my dog is so good
My pup had quite the weekend.
Fremont, Breweries, Ballard farmers market, Greenlake; he was
all about town and getting lots of petting and praising.
Something about these Summer-y days really brought out the (young parents of) dog-loving toddlers who like to stumble over, look him eye-to-eye, and stick their hand into his wet mouth.
I look for the parents’ eyes. “He’s never bitten (yet).” I assure them.
He is really patient with them like he knows they are delicate like “puppies”.
(He’s also patient with dog deprived adults who can’t resist his four-legged charms either.)
And I don’t mind too much those last few hold-outs who only speak to my dog, and not me.
But as a regional culture, I think we rank highly on the “ask first before touching (a dog) spectrum”.
Over the years of posting the Haiku for Hearts and Haiku for Hopefuls series to the Seattle Missed Connections, the writer shared a few photos of this dog. I’m going to go out on a limb and state this little guy is the subject of this haiku and corresponding story. He’s certainly super cute and deserving of any fame and fortune these original postings brought him!
The World by mindgallery
The sun rises like a brushstroke
of infinite possibilities
gently
whispering it’s bright morning
earth light on
all
so we can see, how beautiful
it can
be
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After an unpleasant week of ugly political discourse and oppressive weather (at least in my corner of the world) it’s nice to come across an old mindgallery poem that is both hopeful and refreshing. Let’s get ready for a new and better day.