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Lovelorn Poet in Seattle, WA: Haiku For Hopefuls – Epilogue

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work

work

My work here is done.
He softly said to himself.
And put down his pen.

Happy trails my Hopefuls. Au Revoir. Ate Logo. Hasta la Vista (baby ;).

I have really, really enjoyed our time together, and I truly thank all of you who read these small poems, and ‘hopefully’ liked them.

And thanks to all the people who wrote me so kindly, and all those with whom I am steady CL MC friends. ;P

I learned a LOT about myself, and Love, and acceptance and trust by sharing my feelings with you.
So thank you for that. It was a gift I received out of our experience here, and I value it greatly.

I am not giving up my hopeful approach; rest assured. At this time though, I will show it on my face, and not the internet.

Besos y Abrazos
~Joel

 

The “Haiku for Hopefuls” postings on the Seattle Missed Connections started out as what appeared to be a New Year’s resolution. A little over a year later, this message – the Epilogue haiku – appeared and there was never another Hopefuls post (although there were plenty of spin-offs such as “Haiku for Hearts”). As 2019 is coming to a close, I thought it the perfect time to share this final piece of the rather extensive Seattle haiku oeuvre. Enjoy!

Lovelorn Poet in Seattle, WA: Story Haiku For Hearts

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good

When you tell people
the stories of how we met
they always end well.

I think that must be part of why we tell the story over again. Because it has a good ending.
And the fact that we are both still around to tell it is what really makes it sweet.

The tales of early clumsiness or embarrassment, or falling down become legendary as long as we remain a happy couple. They never become “we should have known better” moments.

When the narratives end nicely, I come out looking sweet and not stupid; more like a catch than a wretch.

Of course the reverse is true; all of my memories depict you as loving and kind, and worthy of the effort.

Our vignettes become a treasury of love stories, and leave a solid foundation on which we will build our history.

 

I can’t recall when this Haiku for Hearts poem was originally published on the Seattle Missed Connections but something about it reminds me of the holiday season. I guess it’s the environment of people gathered together, socializing and telling stories over a few drinks. Glad to read that this coupling story doesn’t quite end but rather continues on in a positive tone.

Lovelorn Poet in Seattle, WA: Daylight Savings Haiku For Hearts

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Time

It’s daylight savings.
Which means an hour more to do
whatever we want.

Traditionally people say that it’s to get an extra hour of sleep.
But I can’t see that happening.

The real question is when we want to use that hour?
Before sleeping tonight?
By actually sleeping?

Or tomorrow morning?

The most important things are that we spend it together,
and that we “spend” it; not waste it.

I’m thinking breakfast in bed.
With banana pancakes with maple syrup.
(and mimosas?)

After all, this only happens (officially) once a year.

We’ll be “falling back” on Sunday, November 3 – just two weeks away! Plan now for the best ways to use that extra time (fancy breakfasts sound like a good idea).

Lovelorn Poet in Seattle, WA: Gold Haiku For Hearts

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gold

“Remember,” she said.
“The magic is in trying.
And always stay gold.”

We do not die from a broken heart. We live with the scars and tears forever.
And somehow we move forward, maybe slowly or at a crawl.

Like feeling our way in the dark, we hold our hands out in front of us
searching for something unknown and unseen
and trying to avoid crashing into something else.

It is true what I read. You cannot wash off the flushing heat of desire or the memory of
Love lost. It is a permanent longing.

Canticle of canticles, how you immortalize our story.

It is under our skin, not covering it.

The anguish of emptiness is the opposite of a well.
Instead of giving cool relief to life, it consumes you like water

and devours your flesh

and draws it infinitely down into it’s fiery belly

far below the earth.

 

The Haiku for Hearts writer didn’t often descend into the depths of high-drama, (most of the pieces were more inclined to talk about dogs or meditative practices and how they can apply to dating) but this one really goes all out for it. Same writer? Different one? We’ll never know.

Lovelorn Poets in Seattle, WA: Commuting Haiku For Hearts

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smile

Morning commuters
seem puzzled by my big smile.
It’s not a secret.

It starts as soon as I wake up, and gets wider
all day each time I remember you.

The knowledge that you are you, and a part of my life
does give me a ‘secret’ reserve of energy, patience
and strength that I can draw upon at will.

My life’s regular troubles and challenges don’t seem
insurmountable any more. They shrunk down from boulders
to brick that I can manage, or keep moving along.

I’m still surprised when I see people noticing my grin
like it’s out of place.

Maybe I should wear a sticker that says,
“Do not attempt to adjust my expression.
‘I love someone.’ “.

 

With all the negativity and high-emotions happening in the world, we all need a little more “haiku for hearts” and love in our hearts.

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