From Anchorage to Zebulon: In Search of Missed Connections
Tattoo Tree by outcast104
Gathering of birds
Making sure to shade my face
While guarding the river
Just yesterday I felt
Wind in the morning
We all know what will follow
I could rake your leaves
We all know I could
just rake your leaves
Making sure
to follow
~
Yesterday
while guarding the morning river
I felt the gathering of birds
shade my face
in wind
~
What will
Ortigia Kid by Sebastiano Pitruzzello
I remember the days we
rode our bicycles around
the neighborhood like kings,
circling sunsets until the last
drops of evening; when our
hearts were our only compass,
and all we wanted was for
someone to see through us.
_Bison Jack
the sunsets were our compass
for circling the neighborhood
like bicycles, we rode around our days
until someone wanted to see our hearts
all and only
we was through
when evening drops
I remember us
the last of kings
Alley Lights by David Kent
Just
off the street, between two
houses, inside that
narrow
space
all lit with fireflies,
no, lightning bugs, the air
dense,
you said to me: You.
You
between two
houses just off the street
that narrow space
all lit
the air inside dense with
no
you said to me: fireflies, lightning bugs.
The Oracle by Eduardo Mueses
My heart has quieted
I still search
For love unrequi-t-ed
I hunger for verse
Frail and diet-ed
Come to save the cursed?
My heart is deligh-et-ed.
Although, some of us may be meant to wander aimlessly in a dream forever?
The earth has responded…
some of us
hunger for verse
The earth responded… Come
my heart may be meant to wander aimlessly
frail and cursed?
I save the forever dream
although I still search
is my heart for love?
has quieted
in a deligh-et-ed
to diet-ed
has unrequi-t-ed
Muse, Muse… Won’t You Dance? by Ben Ledbetter
It really is a unique city
New Orleans
Where beautiful architecture comes to die
We are thousands of people displaced some returned some never came back
Of course some. . .
I fear like these buildings I am losing my history
My memory is shanty and crumbly these days
I remember major events in my life you of course were the biggest
But even that there is a faded memory
I remember I loved you like really loved you like I’ve never loved anyone else
But I wouldn’t know your face from anyone else in a small crowd
I guess that’s for the better for everyone involved
I just hope someday I develop new memories here that stick a little longer.
I am a unique city losing my history
I fear my memory is a faded memory
I remember these days, these buildings,
I remember beautiful architecture, shanty and crumbly
I loved you like I’ve never loved anyone else
I develop, but even there you die displaced
I wouldn’t know your face, thousands of people in a crowd
I guess that’s for the better
I just hope it really is returned
to New Orleans