From Anchorage to Zebulon: In Search of Missed Connections
You
I hope you see this.
You are amazing. Tell me
about the sunset.
Missed Connections are filled with good, bad, and sunset-starry-eyes haiku. Did you write one? Did you find one? Did you respond to one? See it, save it, and email the link to Lovelorn Poets. We’ll preserve those amazingly awesome syllables for all eternity.
Sparkle
I left the village for a journey,
to scout the land for others,
to find all the riches in which man has lost his sense of value,
the value we still know.
I am ready to return,
I have a bounty,
wealth not measured in gold.
I have loved you every day.
My compass points in your direction.
Will you still be mine when I return?
Her Two CentsSome missed connections include a photo or image (you can leave the “What of?” to your imagination). This particular poem was posted with the shown line drawing illustration of an old water wheel and mill. I wonder if this image is reminiscent of the village our poet is looking to return to. I wonder if the person they are writing for is still there to receive the words…