When I remember
the last kiss that you gave me
I turn to jelly.

Your kiss is still lingering on my lips. That kiss that was so long, soft and deep. As your breath mingles with mine, we embrace more tightly. The floor and the walls fall away, as we become one living soul.

Missed Connections are filled with good, bad, and silver-screen-kisses-haiku. Did you write one? Did you find one? Before you fall away into amorous delirium, email the link to Lovelorn Poets.  We’ll preserve those mingling-n-tingling syllables for all eternity.

Haiku disappear
like yesterday’s sand castles
and day in the sun.

The sand castles can wash away in the next high tide, but sun burned skin lasts for days.

Holiday weekends are opportunities to rest, or stress depending on your situation, right? I rested, and cooked outside, and had soft ice cream, and got a lot of sun.

Except for food and day off from work, I really don’t care about any of the big holidays. But they sometimes stand as milestones to measure stages of our lives from year to year. I am in a far place from last July, and so very far from the year before.

I also tried to slow down and listen to my “inner voice” too.
(NOT the one in my head that keeps chanting, ‘drive faster..drive faster’.)

It reminded me to go slow and walk softly. To clean up after myself, and not to leave my hopes and dreams behind me, but follow them instead.

 

Missed Connections are filled with good, bad, and slowly-disappearing-haiku. Did you write one? Did you find one? Before you go out to sea with the next high tide, email the link to Lovelorn Poets.  We’ll preserve those sun-and-sand syllables for all eternity.

Be my Valentine
was much easier to say
when we were in school.

Now that we are grown there is a lot more pressure to find, or not to feel missed by a special-hearted person in our lives. If we could make every day a day for expressing Love and sending sweets and cards, we won’t really need Valentines anymore.

Missed Connections are filled with good, bad, and every-day-is-Valentine’s-Day-haiku. Did you write one? Did you find one? Before you wish upon a star that turns into a plane, email the link to Lovelorn Poets.  We’ll preserve those lovingly (or desirously) counted syllables for all eternity.

My neighbor’s birthday!
I hope they invite me to
have some Tamales!

“¡Anda! Mario ¿Como has ido?”
“Muy bien, amigo. ¿No te gusta la comida Mexicana, amigo?
“¿Pues, si Primo, por supuesto que me gusta mucho.”
“Entonces te invito comer con nosotros. Hoy es el di­a en que cumplo 47.”
“¡feliz cumpleanos, Mario! Vamos. ¡Vamos a comer!”

I love my neighbors. And Tamales.

Missed Connections are filled with good, bad, and hopeful-tamale-haiku. Did you write one? Did you find one? Before you chow down con much gusto, email the link to Lovelorn Poets.  We’ll preserve those delicious birthday dinner syllables, from any country of origin, for all eternity.