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Lovelorn Poet in Flagstaff, AZ: The Only Constant

December 12, 2018 by lovelornpoets

Two Spiders on Wall by Dunnock D

Watching two spiders race
toward the crumbs,
I reach for a shoe to stomp
on what I fear.

If change is the only constant,
we are allowed to change our minds

so instead I’ll let them crawl
from the crumb
all the way up my arm
and I might choke on one in my sleep
but dying is not something that ever
scared me.

Mom keeps getting sick
and I keep arguing with her
and myself
and all my feelings are fleeting

but right now
I don’t want anything.

Here’s another Flagstaff Missed Connections poem. In looking at all the pieces I’ve collected from this location, I think there was more than one writer who was posting to the feed. All of the poems I saved are good reads, and thoughtful, but now that I’m looking at them in a closer manner I’m sensing different voices. Not sure if that’s right or not, and we’ll never know for certain.

Lovelorn Poet in Savannah, GA: For Those Of Us (Bison Jack)

November 14, 2018 by lovelornpoets

nyc b-4 by Michael Whitney

This is for those of us on our knees.

This is for those of us unable to stand
for fear of falling.

This is for those of us defeated by time,
and bowed by age.

This is for those of us who somewhere
along the way got lost and can’t find
our way home.

This is for those of us on window ledges
and bridges, and in overflowing bathtubs.

This is for those of us who can’t change
who we are because we don’t know how
to forgive.

This is for those of us who have replaced
hope with blame, and point a finger at
those who care the most.

This is for those of us without love,
because we ask too much of others,
and not of ourselves.

This is for those of us who think this poem
is about someone else.

–Bison Jack

Over the years, Bison Jack was a regular contributor to the Savannah Missed Connections, and this poem (and its subsequent variations) was always a favorite. And today, September 14, 2018, is the perfect day to share it as this marks the eighth anniversary of Lovelorn Poets. Moving forward, this site will see a little less activity – the Monday through Friday schedule will be replaced by once or twice a week postings. I still have a significant number of poems saved in my archives, and I’m looking forward to investigating those until the supply is exhausted. Thank you, dear readers, for following along and a very big thank you to all the anonymous (and not so anonymous) Missed Connections writers who have inspired me throughout the years. Without you, none of this would have been possible.

Lovelorn Poet in Pittsburgh, PA: Human

November 12, 2018 by lovelornpoets

human by unknown

sunrise waiting
I knew myself completely
then nothing
love though it hasn’t said
youth light fading
I know myself as I was then
birds sounding
each shorter day in
sun tries vainly to stay lit for another day
melts into darkness, static state
’til young light waves in
drink the heat and climb and twist
fawn looking for a friend to kiss

I love the line “each day shorter in sun tries vainly to stay lit for another day” as it beautifully captures how this time of year feels. Winter darkness is growing deeper every day.

Lovelorn Poet in Western Massachusetts, MA: At Or Not At The Crossroads

November 7, 2018 by lovelornpoets

Sweet Dreams Melodies by Guy Mayer

I had a dream or I did not;
No one can say, or if they do
They say so much that nothing’s true,
Or if it is, it can’t be thought.
I may or may not be, even
Though it’s already known, I
May yet unknowably die,
Without even noticing even.
Sometimes these things happen,
But I neither was nor ever could be,
Or was, but only perfectly,
Such as disappears when spoken.
Perhaps I was in a dream,
And more beautifully than most,
As per these particular ghosts,
As they seem or do not seem.

I love so many lines in this Missed Connections poem from Western Massachusetts. “They say so much that nothing’s true,” rings strongly on this post-election day.

Lovelorn Poet in Pittsburgh, PA: Queen Bee

October 24, 2018 by lovelornpoets

Queen Bee by Samuel Huang

Near and far the workers seek sustenance
Returning to the swarm
To share their busy dance
Adorned in pollen and spitting only honey
In a world that needs no money
The enemy seeks an ancient candy
Said to be the perfect remedy
For pain and death and melancholy
The men are all kings in this colony
Evolved to move past anachronistic cruelty
Every bee has a role
Every critter large and small
Gathers to lift the greater good
Toward a brighter future
With kosher honey
And clean food

There were a series of poems posted to the Pittsburgh Missed Connections last year. Many of them were flagged and removed before I could save them, but this was one I was able to save. Its message of gathering food and preparing for the months ahead is perfect as winter is right around the corner.

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