Home remodeling
means making the old look new
in the same size space.

This is true when we tear down walls and replace windows
as well as when we re-make ourselves.

It’s about starting over with what is the best for today,
and putting the past behind us.

Some jobs we can figure out ourselves,
but others need professional help.

The key is in knowing what is too big for us to do alone,
and finding the right person to help us.

Missed Connections are filled with good, bad and home-improvement-haiku. Did you write one? Did you find one? Before you choose between the pros and DIY, email the link to Lovelorn Poets. We’ll preserve those space-n-size-syllables for all eternity.

When you read my words
does it show you my insides?
(Grilled chicken for lunch.)

How do we connect to people any more? If you can understand what I am feeling, or you might feel it too, they did we not connect in that way?

When we think we found “the Love” to replace ‘the Love’ that we found after losing what we thought was “the Love” before, it fills us to the brim. Every time. It’s exhilarating and also risky. When we focus on the thing we want so badly, we surely become attached to it, or to getting it. Right?

And it’s that chingada “attachment” thing that is the cause of the suffering. The Buddha keeps prank calling me every morning, saying, “Ditch yer attachments, Bro. Ditch ’em” and hanging up. It’s him. I know his voice.

I _would_ shout that I am open, present and not attached to personal, or material desires, but he hangs up too damn fast.

Anyhow, he says any Love is good Love, even on the web.

Missed Connections are filled with good, bad and nonattached-attached-haiku. Did you write one? Did you find one? Let the phone call go to voicemail and email the link to Lovelorn Poets. We’ll preserve those surely-suffering-syllables for all eternity.

Voicemail from the Vet
can never be a good sign.
It’s not my birthday.

Having a hurt or sick pet is like having a sick infant.
You can see their distress in their eyes but they can’t tell you what is hurting.
(Besides your human heart)

Even geniuses and scientists are helpless and unequipped to respond to this kind of silent suffering.

“C’mon over here Buddy. You might as well jump into my bed and be comfy.”
(There’s plenty of room :-\)

 

Missed Connections are filled with good, bad and helplessly-hurting-haiku. Did you write one? Did you find one? After making your furry, four-legged friend comfortable, email the link to Lovelorn Poets. We’ll preserve those sadly-sick-syllables for all eternity.