From Anchorage to Zebulon: In Search of Missed Connections
Cotton Candy by bumblesea
(Reaches Over)
Cotton Candy that dances around you.
Honey-dipped sugar cane.
The red color of roses and your lips.
Chocolate-covered strawberries.
Soft kisses and tight hugs.
And, cherished love with you.
(Withdraws from Her)
(Withdraws from Her)
The red kisses
And cherished sugar candy cane dances
roses around you
tight hugs and that color of your
Honey-dipped lips and
Chocolate-covered love
with you
Soft cotton strawberries
(Reaches Over)
Image 1676 by Ethan Fox
Let it come.
Bring it on.
Look at me.
I got this whole new song.
Poetry.
Flows from me.
Because I stayed faithful.
Unconditionally.
He was gone.
Oh woe was me.
I think he’s back.
Coming cautiously.
Baby I
Will never leave.
I am yours.
Unconditionally.
Unconditionally
Coming cautiously
I think he’s back
Bring it on
Oh woe was me
Will never leave
He was gone
I am yours
Because I stayed faithful
Look at me
Let it come
Baby I
I got this whole new song
Poetry
Flows from me
Unconditionally
Tonal Poetry by Professor Bop
We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, “O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?” Answer. That you are here – that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?
you may contribute a verse
these are noble pursuits
you may contribute a verse
what we stay alive for O me! O life!
What will your verse be?
Some scattered thoughts folded neatly into a haiku.
My nails did suffice
So vain, I, for all songs writ
To see you is bliss.
Missed Connections are filled with good, bad, and manicured haiku. Did you write one? Did you find one? Did you respond to one? Let that polish dry and email the link to Lovelorn Poets. We’ll preserve those prettily painted syllables for all eternity.
tears
flowers in bloom
summertime thunderstorms
the heavens cry
Missed Connections are filled with good, bad, and 4-6-4 count haiku. Did you write one? Did you find one? Did you respond to one? Get out of the rain and email the link to Lovelorn Poets. We’ll preserve those teary-eye syllables for all eternity.