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From Anchorage to Zebulon: In Search of Missed Connections

Lovelorn Poet in Ithaca, NY: Forever Autumn Daze

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Autumn in Ithaca by Lloyd Doppler

Autumn in Ithaca by Lloyd Doppler

Bow strikes the strings and the music starts
Hand of fate, hands of time
Reds, orange, yellows and a crisp blue beyond

I try to tell you
Again and again
I come back for you
Over and over
A cool wind knows why

It’s an even road
We bring everything but ourselves
It’s lovely, impossible
All that we wished for
Against the palms of our almost, touching hands

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Lovelorn Poets Her Two Cents Icon September signifies ends and beginnings in our collective consciousness: summer into autumn, vacation ends and school begins, light fades and greens turn to red, yellow, and brown. This quote from C.S. Lewis was making the rounds on social media earlier today, and gently speaks to those finding themselves not quite ready to begin this new month… “There are far, far better things ahead than any we leave behind.”

Lovelorn Poet in Ithaca, NY: Stop Posting Poems Here!

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Post no bills by George Oates

Post no bills by George Oates

Unloved, and unwanted
downtrodden and shunned
the analogous pain fallen to deaf ears
A faceless entity in a crowd of gray
not a pink hat in sight
Too young, not old enough, too young.

The beautiful girl on the star-seeking train.

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Lovelorn Poets Her Two Cents IconThe quickest way to stir up a flurry of posts on missed connections is to offer an admonishment to someone for posting a poem. Faster than you could say “limerick haiku” responses from both sides of the aisle appear. Those in favor of poems often post additional poetry (as is this example from Ithaca, NY) and back and forth it goes… until it stops.

Lovelorn Poet in Ithaca, NY: Circle Back To The Beginning

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Claire de Lune

Claire de Lune by Edén Ochoa Iniesta

 

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Circle Back To The Beginning (Ethers Of Unreality)

I dreamed a dream in times gone by…
Woke with you in my heart, still, to this day.
All it seemed to say was go back to the beginning, where it all began-
If there is such a place.
I came to the only place I know.

For really, it began in the ethers- the nowhere land of virtual unreality…which is where it ended as well…
So into the ethers of unreality I return it- to you-
This heart, taken against my will…
This soul, upended, unbound, ever unforgetting…

This Being- bigger than and beyond both of us- in between the pages of my memories…
I sit, and drink my tea.

It is the entirely ordinary of our story that makes it so extraordinary.

It is the beginning that gives it an end. Again and again and again and again…

With each new reach into these ethers of unreality from which I have finally unbound myself, the end begins again.

And I am new and my soul is home. Here. In this never-ending ever-after, in-between unreality and what is real. My soul is unbound. There is no anywhere without you now.

 

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Is the opposite of reality unreality or an alternate reality? Or is reality whatever we choose to make, and therefore has no opposite? On one level, we exist in the world of the living and breathing; but we also engage and interact with others on multiple levels through virtual and online realities. Is that realm of reality any different, at its essence, from any other?  The sensations of joy and pain are not dependent on the immediate presence of flesh and blood, are they?

Lovelorn Poet in Ithaca, NY: Oh, Punctuation Princess!

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Punctuation Princess

Oh, Punctuation Princess!
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I am sure you’re not a snob.
I know I’m not.
I fear you actually can imagine what a disappointment
these men would be.
Thank you for speaking up,
for still having hope,
and for knowing how to use the language.
Best of luck finding your Missed Connection.

 

 

 

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If you’re an avid peruse-r of missed connections, you know the writing and communication “style” of many posters can be downright cringe-worthy. Incorrect spelling, bad grammar, and runaway-train sentence structure can leave a reader feeling like they’ve stumbled upon an encrypted message!  However, there are some significant differences between the writer with a  faulty grasp of English and one who is playing with the rules for their own enjoyment and creative expression. Lack of punctuation isn’t always a deal-breaker.

Lovelorn Poet in Ithaca, NY: Number 28 (With Extra Peanuts)

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Number 28 (With Extra Peanuts) –A Missed Connections Poem
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Peanuts

Peanuts by Inigo Rotaetxe

I saw you take those peanuts!

After they called your number,
I said to myself
If you go back to the table
And sit down
To eat,
I will stay here to eat too.
But you politely and prettily
Brushed your shell dust off the table
Into the brown paper “bowl”
And turned to leave with your dinner.
But then you turned around
And my heart,
Already uneasy knowing what I was about to ingest,
Beat twice where only one beat belongs.
What is she doing?
Ah filling your bag with more peanuts!
You naughty girl!
You know you are not supposed to do that.
There are explicit warnings and rules posted on the doors.
Peanuts are not to be removed from the premises.
You must have seen it. You’ve been here before.
I can tell by the way you scoop the peanuts.
And you walked by me to leave.

If you had met my glance, I would have made a lame joke.
Something about being careful not to kill anyone with those peanuts, maybe.
But into the rain you went, walking back to work, I presume.
If you had waited for number 30 to be called,
I’d have driven you safely through the rain to where you needed to go,
And bought you more peanuts than there are raindrops in the sky.

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It appears the peanut thief of Ithaca, New York is also a thief of hearts. With nary a glance nor a hint of remorse she collects her winnings and departs without a word; leaving our poet to ponder what the world would be like if everything had happened differently.

 

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