Lovelorn Poets

From Anchorage to Zebulon: In Search of Missed Connections

Lovelorn Poet in Pittsburgh, PA: My Wish (Anywhere & Everywhere)

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My Wish (Anywhere & Everywhere)
Missed Connections in Pittsburgh

Often, dark Pittsburgh clouds obscure the stars at night.
Especially when Winter combines with blinding city light.
Look beyond the encompassing pain and someday you’ll see.
That star you burned so brightly for was always me.

Did you see your star to wish upon?

What are the initials of the celestial light, in the sky that once burned so brilliant and bright?

 

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“Winter and the Sound of Nothing” is the title of Sara Ayers dark and ambient piece of music. It’s the perfect soundtrack for the grey, winter days that lead into dark, cloudy nights. Sometimes, when we lose sight of the stars, we stop remembering that they even exist. Trusting what cannot be readily seen isn’t always easy, is it?

Lovelorn Poet in Buffalo, NY: Beach…

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Beach…
Missed Connections from Buffalo

The ocean floor can be murky,
however,
sometimes that is where you find the most valuable treasures:
gems,
coins,
shipwrecks
that bring us history.
Yet there are only a few from the shore willing to explore the possibilities.

 

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There are so many different ways to approach creative thought. Some take the mundane and twist it into something new, and nearly unrecognizable while others explore the shadowy, hidden places few others are willing to travel to. Having not only a creative vision, but the power to act upon it, transform it, unearth it from the muck, alters our lives, and the lives of those around us, in both obvious and subtle ways.

Lovelorn Poet in NYC: Hell Is Other People

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Hell Is Other People
Missed Connections in Manhattan

Roses are red,
violets are blue
“I don’t read Craigslist.”
I think you do

Happy Valentine’s Day

and, Merry Christmas

 

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As a follow up to yesterday’s post, I checked in around 3pm EST to see how many “I Really Miss You” messages were popping up; some, but nearly as many as I had expected. Perhaps missed connections readers are becoming less suspicious and magical in their thinking. Perhaps they’ve come to learn that other readers just get irritated by these copy/paste exhortations and nothing other than anonymous hate mail comes their way (not that I have personal experience with this, I’m just guessing.)  Maybe it’s just better to wish upon a star, even if it turns into a plane…

Lovelorn Poets in Savannah,GA: Fugitive Pigments

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Fugitive Pigments
Missed Connections in Savannah

Tossed and turned by Turner’s sea,
I dream I am the rise and fall
of waves that hold you in eternity;
while you–in my arms asleep–
dream you are the oil in Titian’s
Orpheus and Eurydice.
–Bison Jack

 

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There’s nothing like discovering a little Missed Connections mystery to turn an ordinary old Monday inside out. While searching on the word “dream” for an interesting piece of writing to accompany this beautiful song by Shelia Chandra, I noticed a poem with almost identical titles posted on two different feeds – NYC and Savannah – an hour apart. This piqued my curiosity and by searching on the signature, unearthed The Journal Of Bison Jack, a blog of original poetry authored by Jason Armstrong Beck, a photographer, filmmaker, and writer in NYC.  While the story of Orpheus and Eurydice is tragic, a dark beauty lies in Titan’s depiction. Will the southern painter discover this “message in a bottle” or are Bison Jack’s words doomed to be battered about on the stormy seas of Craigslist?

Lovelorn Poet in Portland, OR: The Buttercup (Killing Me Softly)

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The Buttercup (Killing Me Softly)
Missed Connections in Portland

The buttercup is relaxed.
The buttercup has a sense of humor.

We are all in the same boat,
drowning in a slow dribble of craigslist piss.
And why do I check the missed connections?
Romantic nonsense.

Please tell me you intentionally misspelled can’t,
not that you were calling me a name.
That would be a little bit sad….

 

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The negative side-effect of this message is that I have two equally irritating and overplayed songs digging a hole through my brain. The yin to that yang is remembering how awesome Shonen Knife and the Powerpuff Girls are! Just a little reminder that we all need to chill, smile, and rock on in the fight against evil, stupid people, and those who use intentional creative mis-spellings.

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