Lovelorn Poets

From Anchorage to Zebulon: In Search of Missed Connections

Missed Connections in NYC: Don’t You Take This Away

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Musical Missed Connections

Don’t You Take this Away,
I’m Still Wanting My Face on Your Cheek.
Missed Connections in Manhattan

I keep finding your socks
all of them black,
all beneath my bed.
Bridges and benches alone,
an appalling idea.
I’m here in wait,
indefinitely.

NOTE FROM THE MISSED CONNECTIONS CHIEF BOTTLE FINDER:

“Bridges and benches alone, an appalling idea.” I find that to be an incredibly sad line. In some ways, realizing there will be no future memories is worse than discovering the remnants of memories past. Is waiting indefinitely the right thing to do? I’m not sure, but we’re all waiting for something, aren’t we?

 

Missed Connections in Athens, GA: Just Read

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Missed Connections in Athens, GA

Shasta Blue (Iicaricia shasta) by Bridget Robbins

Just Read
Missed Connections in Athens, GA

My angel…
Like a small butterfly you are flying around in the wind so beautiful,
so vulnerable but alone…
Be careful, a storm is coming…
Find a safe place so you don’t get hurt…
My sweetie you are loved by many
but there is only one who will love you like no other.
I want to be nearby when summer nights come creeping in,
as the summer sun goes down,
when the smell of honeysuckle drifts on a gentle breeze all around
I long to hold you,
to take your hand.
I would whisper that I love you.
I am waiting for you here.

NOTE FROM THE MISSED CONNECTIONS CHIEF BOTTLE FINDER:

The illustration accompanying this messages was submitted by Bridget Robbins of New Hampshire. Many thanks are sent her way as I’ve long hoped that followers of the Lovelorn Poets would submit writing or art to complement the missed connections I find. You can find Bridget, her artwork, and her writing, on Butterflyblot. I’m sure we’ll be featuring some of her poetry in the future as well!

 

Lovelorn Poet in Seattle, WA: Jumping

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Missed Connections in Seattle, WA

Jumping

Jumping
Missed Connections in Seattle-Tacoma

I only see two choices: deep or shallow.
Shallow is easier but it’s too easy to hit bottom.
While I used to scream inside, these days its faded to a dull roar.
Why scream for someone who doesn’t want to hear it?

NOTE FROM THE MISSED CONNECTIONS CHIEF BOTTLE FINDER:

Just the thought of jumping, or falling from any great height, is something that makes my feet get all tingly in that bad, “Oh I don’t want to be visualizing that!” kind of way. Jumping into a pool of water is something entirely different, though. My recommendation? Cannonballs off the diving board get you into the deep end quick and easy – and the ensuing screams are the fun kind.

 

Missed Connections in Austin, TX: MaN oF mY dReAmS

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Musical Missed Connections

MaN oF mY dReAmS
missed connections in austin

i like your eyebrows.
i always have.
i saw them moving across your face, like trains, or overgrown bushes.
your landscape artist is lazy and i like it.
i called across the bar, “browbie, is that u!??!”
ALAS it was only a shadow, a ghost, of someone i once knew.
why didn’t you call me?
this could have been a dream come true.

NOTE FROM THE MISSED CONNECTIONS CHIEF BOTTLE FINDER:

This is the first missed connection I’ve read about eyebrows. You see references to blue eyes, smiles, overall physical body condition (always “smokin’ hot”) but nothing about those crazy hairs framing the peepers. When most people think of Robert Smith they think crazy birds-nest hair but the guy did have a nice set of eyebrows (note photo above). Not quite caterpillar-like but certainly noticeable.

 

Missed Connections in NYC: Snowflake

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Musical Missed Connections

Snowflake
Missed Connections in Manhattan

Snowflake
on my face…
you on my mind.
I love you.

 

NOTE FROM THE MISSED CONNECTIONS CHIEF BOTTLE FINDER:

No need to panic, this isn’t a recent missed connections message so there’s no reason to think it’s snowing in NYC in mid-September (although that might jump-start Al Gore’s climate change efforts…). The cold white stuff will soon be here tho’ and here’s to hoping that we don’t get 15 feet of it this winter – bite your tongue, Mr. Cave!

 

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