From Anchorage to Zebulon: In Search of Missed Connections
You Were Not My Friend
You don’t even know what you missed.
Too bad for you.
Thoughts of you will NEVER pass through my heart again.
The arrow is broken.
Good bye
It sounds like our poet is suffering from the fallout of an unequal friendship. Why is it that the balance between human organisms can be so delicate and ever-shifting? One slight change in emotions or a callous word or action can shift everything in a different direction. I wonder what happened to make this person decide to walk away forever…
Musical Missed Connections
You are a carpenter, I am an artist.
I am quite taken with you.
Today we’re featuring Oklahoma City as our missed connections spotlight. Can’t tell you much about OKC as a place beyond the fact that it brings to mind the Broadway musical and film Oklahoma! While I’m feeling lazy on geographic research, not so on identifying the source of our poet’s headline. Which is from Lewis Carol’s, Through the Looking-Glass (and involves Tweedledum and Tweedledee). Here’s a bit from the 1951 original Disney film…
Gone (Makes No Difference)
Why do people throw love away so easily?
Do people really think there will always something better out there?
No one will ever be happy with the love they have if they are always searching for the bigger better deal..
If something is not going right with your relationship the only way to fix it is to talk about it…resolve it…
Love is a gift and should be cherished…otherwise one day, you will find yourself alone with a lot of regrets, and
“what if’s”
One Year Ago: Lovelorn Poet in Brooklyn, NY: Possible Haiku
CephaLovePod by Phineas Jones
Okay, I have reconsidered.
You probably don’t remember me, but if you do, the last you would have seen of me was my ass in the air as I tumbled head-over-heels down that embankment. I should look into purchasing sturdier shoes, or maybe sturdier ankles. (I hear cyborg ankles are all the rage. I could get a pair that shoots lasers!)
In my defense, you were chasing me, and I wasn’t strictly prepared to be chased across a parking lot by a guy in an octopus costume. (Contrary to popular belief, I do not stand in front of my closet every morning and ponder, “Hmm, are you really going to wear that while being pursued by a marauding mollusk?”) You were shouting something about wanting to take up residence in my personal space. (Damn clingy cephalopods.)
At the time, as I scraped my face along the dry grass, I was pretty sure I didn’t want you anywhere near my personal space, regardless of how many arms you had to hold me.
Now that I’ve gotten the grass stains and bruises off my clothes (and my pride), I have reconsidered. Maybe we could go get sushi or something? I could even put it inside a jar for you to open; I hear octopuses like that.
Musical Missed Connections
Would love to find my heart in yours.
Under a blanket of stars with a lovers first kiss.
To smell your skin and feel your touch.
I know you’re out there somewhere please find me.