Lovelorn Poets

From Anchorage to Zebulon: In Search of Missed Connections

Lovelorn Poet in Seattle, WA: Ringing

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Ringing
Missed Connections in Seattle-Tacoma

Missed Connections in Seattle, WA

Ringing

I dreamt of you.
It happens much less often than it used to,
But each time it does, I’m reminded of the first time you saw my face –
You dreamt me too.
Maybe that’s why my image fell so far in your eyes.
I was unable to live up to the perfection assumed by your phantom perception.

I will always love you
And each of your varied imperfections.
They haunt my thoughts so carelessly,
Both sleeping and awake.

I’m sorry.

I miss your eyes,
Your lips and warm skin.
But most of all,
I miss your voice
Ringing in my head.

NOTE FROM THE MISSED CONNECTIONS CHIEF BOTTLE FINDER:

This message made me think about the different sensory memories we keep and the personal qualities we associate with others. Maybe it’s a smile or a frequently uttered phrase or a scent or their walk… thoughts about those characteristics might fade but it seems we never truly forget them. All it takes is one little reminder and they come jumping forward again.

 

Lovelorn Poet in Seattle, WA: Identity

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Missed Connections in Seattle, WA

Identity

Identity
Missed Connections in Seattle-Tacoma

coffee growing cold,
the invisible man sits.
hair frees in the wind
red and soft against his cheek.
no kissing her in public.

 

NOTE FROM THE MISSED CONNECTIONS CHIEF BOTTLE FINDER:

What a sad message from our lovelorn Seattle poet. I wonder who the man is invisible to – the “her” who cannot be kissed or the the public that cannot witness the kissing? Perhaps more than just the coffee is growing cold on this windy day…

 

Missed Connections in Seattle, WA: Get

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Missed Connections in Seattle, WA

In the Hive by Art Crazed

Get
Missed Connections in Seattle-Tacoma

Get
to know me
away
from this hive
and you will hear, but not see, my words.
get to
know me.

NOTE FROM THE MISSED CONNECTIONS CHIEF BOTTLE FINDER:

Could this be a workplace infatuation? Perhaps our poet is a writer who is often read but seldom heard. If only the busy bees would take the time to really listen, to hear the story behind the words, perhaps they would find something truly special…

 

Missed Connections in Seattle, WA: Henry!! Is Your Ass Burning?

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NOTE FROM THE MISSED CONNECTIONS CHIEF BOTTLE FINDER:

Every once in awhile I come across a missed connections headline that grabs my attention an makes me laugh.  There’s an old  saying that if your ears are ringing, someone must be talking about you. So is it safe to say that if you consumed too many drinks and devil wings – and are subsequently paying the price the next morning – that someone is writing a missed connection for you?

 

Henry!! Is Your Ass Burning?
Missed Connections in Seattle-Tacoma

I warned you not to eat those devil wings…
and I also wanted to give you my digits and instead I chickened out.
I can’t imagine that you will ever see this, but you told me you would never see me again and I don’t want that to be true.

Missed Connections in Seattle, WA: Shadows

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Missed Connections in Seattle, WA

Abandoned Cabin by Sean Buchan

Shadows
Missed Connections in Seattle-Tacoma

There is a face at the window
Her breath creating a rose
On the glass.
I look, but cannot see
I wave, I faintly see her
Smile.
A hand moves,
Beckons me.
I trudge through the snow
To the house of black glass
The door is closed
I hear footfalls beyond
An urgent voice
Insists
Begs
Cajoles me to enter
How easy it would be
Strong hands grip me
My head
Shirt
Shoulders
Legs
Yank me back
Fighting
Screaming
They drag me they
Shake me they
Wake me.

I miss you.

Note from the Missed Connections Chief Bottle Finder:

Have you ever had a dream like the one described above? I have. It only happened once but I still have vivid memories of it. The conflicting sensations of being drawn into a place while simultaneously being forcibly removed leaves the body completely upended upon awakening. I think that sometimes during times of turmoil our minds and bodies unconsciously battle each other while we sleep. And generally the outcome is that we awake to a new day. But not always.

 

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