Lovelorn Poets

From Anchorage to Zebulon: In Search of Missed Connections

Lovelorn Poet in Pittsburgh, PA: I Hope You…

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I Hope You…
Missed Connections in Pittsburgh

Had a good day
Have love in your heart
Learn to forgive
Smile more often
Enjoy the little things
Listen to the rain
Think of me

 

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We all have something, or many somethings, we’re hoping for. What I like most about this little poem from Pittsburgh is the word choice for how each line starts – you could remove all the rest and fill in your words. Here’s mine: “Had a restful sleep | Have good health | Learn something new today | Smile at people who seem unhappy | Enjoy each task at hand | Listen to the birds | Think of the goodness life brings” Try it yourself. It’s actually kind of fun.

Lovelorn Poet in Savannah, GA: A Vengeful Subject

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A Vengeful Subject
Missed Connections in Savannah

a poet and
the personage
crying treason
and vulgarities
feigning masturbation
when you just want to be touched
by someone greater than yourself
ignorant and lascivious
you know not what you do
(but that is not a suitable excuse)

 

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Zbigniew Preisner’s orchestrations for Krzysztof Kieślowski’s films are atmospheric and emotional; perfect for both cinema and independent listening. This piece, “Treason,” comes from Red in the Three Colors Trilogy – a story that could be described in words very similar to what our poet from Savannah is saying…

Lovelorn Poet in Pittsburgh, PA: To The Boy

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To The Boy
Missed Connections in Pittsburgh

He is gone from here, I know, indulge me.
Whatever, it’s free.
Not regarding any recent post.
Just putting out waves of care and love forever and ever,
no matter what rolls out.
I know a lot of people judge him and come down on him, consequences, I’ve had them too, in the past, I get it.
I can’t change their opinion of him, so let them go like fireflies.
I want him to survive it, the odds, to grow into his great awesome self.
I am the official knower of awesomeness, and he has it.
I dream that we are lying in a huge meadow someday, looking up at a perfect sky, so far from this heavy, ill Pittsburgh air.
Then, we just get right.
And it’s all good.
I hope he sees, I hope he understands, I hope he believes, who I am: from here on out.
That’s what hurt so, so much, that he didn’t, or wouldn’t.
Or couldn’t.
Some hearts thrive on the soil we walk on, an earth that feeds the beat that sustains us.
So, do you know, now?
Did I prove it, somehow?
Hand to hand we do grow something good, invisible or otherwise.
My friend.

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Sadness and grief are a part of our lives – no matter how hard we try to say positive, upbeat, and looking to the bright side. So often we try to mask sorrow with a happy face either because we think we should or because others have told us it’s the best thing. But I’m all for embracing the darkness; look at it, sit with it, write/paint/dance it. It’s only by acknowledgment that you can make it through to the far side.

Lovelorn Poet in Savannah, GA: The Party

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The Party
Missed Connections in Savannah

In the years since, she had fallen
into traps and been wrong about
so many things, including forgiveness;
but when she saw him across the
crowded room standing behind the
curve of another woman’s neck,
smiling with people she didn’t know
and laughing at something she couldn’t
hear, she could only remember why
they had broken up and not how she
had fallen in love. 

It wasn’t recalling
the bad times 

that bothered her–
because in some

ways she blamed
herself–it was 

having to remember
the good times that she couldn’t forgive.

 

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Our orbits spin, collide, join together and separate as we search for a sun to pull us close. Traveling along, we gaze through the telescope looking for answers, directions, but see only our own lives reflected in the brightness of the stars. We ask ourselves, “Which is harder to remember; pain or joy? The end or the beginning?” and wonder why we even need to choose.

Lovelorn Poet in Lawrence, KS: Unity

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Unity
Missed Connections in Lawrence

I hold your hand
I understand the pain within
It’s a sin
To fear so much
Throughout time
Crossing this line between us
I know we’re one in the same
And we’ll go back
To being one
Once again
Galaxies will collide
Nebulas die
Still I can’t wait
For that moment
To be with you again

 

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This poem totally reminded me of Romeo and Juliet! Of course, dangerous, illicit love is a common theme in poems, stories, and films and one that people just can’t seem to get enough of (if the upcoming release of yet another R&J movie is any indication). Prokofiev’s piece from the ballet version of the story is beautiful, light, and only gently hints at the sadness to come.

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