Hanukkah candles
retell an ancient story
in city windows.

It’s fun to walk through the neighborhood and spot the homes and businesses
displaying their candles or electric lights.

Reaching the maximum number in eight nights it is a light show that comes on
and goes away with no trace.

And they never end up on the sidewalk in January.

 

Missed Connections are filled with good, bad and hanukkah-haiku. Did you write one? Did you find one? Embrace the light and email the link to Lovelorn Poets. We’ll preserve those storied-syllables for all eternity.

Power outages
are just an excuse to use
all of the candles.

It becomes a glowing, impromptu romantic evening
with soft lights glowing and playful shadows dancing on the wall.

The darkness is no longer frightening
and even the dog seems to sense that it is fun.

Music by radio, and rubbing our feet together as we sit closely on the couch.

When the lights come on, it’s like the movie has ended.

Missed Connections are filled with good, bad and power-outage-haiku. Did you write one? Did you find one? Once the movie’s done and the lights come up, email the link to Lovelorn Poets. We’ll preserve those soft-shadowy-syllables for all eternity.

Home remodeling
means making the old look new
in the same size space.

This is true when we tear down walls and replace windows
as well as when we re-make ourselves.

It’s about starting over with what is the best for today,
and putting the past behind us.

Some jobs we can figure out ourselves,
but others need professional help.

The key is in knowing what is too big for us to do alone,
and finding the right person to help us.

Missed Connections are filled with good, bad and home-improvement-haiku. Did you write one? Did you find one? Before you choose between the pros and DIY, email the link to Lovelorn Poets. We’ll preserve those space-n-size-syllables for all eternity.

When you read my words
does it show you my insides?
(Grilled chicken for lunch.)

How do we connect to people any more? If you can understand what I am feeling, or you might feel it too, they did we not connect in that way?

When we think we found “the Love” to replace ‘the Love’ that we found after losing what we thought was “the Love” before, it fills us to the brim. Every time. It’s exhilarating and also risky. When we focus on the thing we want so badly, we surely become attached to it, or to getting it. Right?

And it’s that chingada “attachment” thing that is the cause of the suffering. The Buddha keeps prank calling me every morning, saying, “Ditch yer attachments, Bro. Ditch ’em” and hanging up. It’s him. I know his voice.

I _would_ shout that I am open, present and not attached to personal, or material desires, but he hangs up too damn fast.

Anyhow, he says any Love is good Love, even on the web.

Missed Connections are filled with good, bad and nonattached-attached-haiku. Did you write one? Did you find one? Let the phone call go to voicemail and email the link to Lovelorn Poets. We’ll preserve those surely-suffering-syllables for all eternity.