No perfections perfect,
no one perfect in form,
some of us are legends in
our own minds, writing and
thinking, thoughts of
perfection, that we have did
the Michaelangelo,
the Picaso, the number one
uno, when in actuality,
facing the reality of, words
are like birds, no one really
cares, so I laugh at my
words, humor in sunrise,
humor in sunset, with no
regret, I laugh, then smile,
my words, only my
words, words are like birds,
So I write and smile,
my words smile back,
what humor, my words,
not funny in form, just
humor in my own mind,
so I read others words,
some turn me on, some
don't, just what are you
trying to say, in your
own way, expressing, does
pain come out, joy take
route, just what does your
words shine in my mind,
or cloud in my soul?
Sometime I don't want to
write, all the time I do
want to write, things
come out, things go in,
so I look for the come in,
a word of knowledge,
one of humor, do I smile?
I spend a lot of time
laughing at myself, you
do have too, I have humor
for all, it may not be funny,
I laugh anyway, my im
perfections, needs for
corrections, the turn off
word, still I word anyway,
laugh anyway, I realize that
My
sense
of humor
is more
valuable
than my
words,
words are
like birds,
humor
is like birds,
so I grab
and hold
on to what
makes my
face smile,
no this smile
will stay,
not a face
G
away.
of fired clay, will fly
a word words
stamped in stay
stone, so will
I laugh, humor
I have no a thrill
subject, no to chill
words of to smile
motivation, laugh
just a need in relation, to
related to humor, a need
Love Tinka
Your cheerful , upbeat writes do it every
time.:) You'll never know how many readers
you bring a smile too. Keep writing...we'll
keep reading...
Yf,
~~Linda~~
Safi