From Anchorage to Zebulon: In Search of Missed Connections
meta by Jason Sweeney
Email, I’ve tried.
Try harder, I swore I would.
Stay and be my heater, prove the things you said were true, you declined.
I put on a sweater, but you will always have my heart.
The hammock returned to it’s home swinging between the cedars tonight.
Oh so, bittersweet.
It seems so long ago that it rocked there, tempting me with it’s relaxing rhythm.
So much has changed, yet some things remain the same…
with many changes still to come.
It’s only appropriate I ride it and continue this journey alone.
s25 by Sean Lamb
Her Two Cents offers daily commentary on missed connections selected to appear on Lovelorn Poets.
Her Two Cents on The Hammock
Now that the weather is beginning to turn warm in my corner of the world, this message made me think of warm nights and being outside with the trees and grass. Whether you’re sharing a hammock with another or spending time alone, there’s something about gently swaying underneath the leaves that is ideal for quiet contemplation. In keeping with the spirit of this message, today we feature another mathematical oriented piece of artwork – hammock-like in design but delicate as a spider’s web.
Gentle Readers: There’s no doubt that spring-fever is sweeping over the land – whether you’ve already had warm temperatures for the past few weeks or still have a bit of snow on the ground. Once winter is squarely past, what is the thing you love to do to usher in spring?
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i’m waiting for a postcard that you won’t write
just hoping there’s a chance that you might
i’m clinging to a memory that we might share
just trying to send a thought through
Sometimes I wonder where the windy path of life will lead….will it wander through hills and mountains, or travel through treacherous waters, or will it feel like the smooth white sand of a tropical beach beneath my feet? Some days feel like a soft, warm fleece blanket keeping me cozy and enveloped throughout the day with gentle touches across my cheek while others feel like I am walking precariously through a cactus patch, hoping to dodge the pricks and pains of the tentacles reaching out for me.
Dreams - Lily of the valley (4) by Elena Erda
My heart swells and opens like petals of a flower reaching for the sunlight, letting warmth and bright light directly into its core, but becoming vulnerable and slightly weakened in strength against the elements surrounding it.
When the wind blows and signs of danger near, my heart shrinks and pulls it petals in close, attempting to stand firm and strong against the enemy.
In a perfect world, the sun would shine and my flower would stand proudly and beautifully, swaying slightly in the breeze on a hillside never knowing the dangers that lurk over the hills. In a perfect world, my heart could swell and open, never knowing the frigidity of cold winds, cold souls, or cold hearts.
You would always be able to see my smile, my soul, my love….
Her Two Cents offers daily commentary on missed connections selected to appear on Lovelorn Poets.
Her Two Cents on It Was True Then…
I love the line, “In a perfect world, my heart could swell and open, never knowing the frigidity of cold winds, cold souls, or cold hearts.” and while the metaphor of love and flowers isn’t a new one, our Albany poet expresses their thoughts beautifully. Upstate New York can resemble an endless February, but soon spring will come and bring hope with the blooming of the crocuses.
Gentle Readers: Elena Erda’s dream like image illustrates both the literal and figurative qualities of this message – in nature, as in all things, both light and shadow exist. What images from the natural word do you see when you read this message?
Its been a really long time since I’ve seen you.
I still think of you from time to time.
I wonder how things would be if things worked out differently.
Everything was just too perfect. I couldn’t have met the perfect boy.
Every time I see a bicycle whizz by, I imagine and hope it’s you.
Maybe just to know you’re alive. Of course you are. I’m so silly.
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