" But it’s okay, cause I’m good enough, smart enough, and doggoneit people like me!"
I have just re-read the stuff I have written here, what can I say? I am sincerely horrified.I even had to skip some of the passages on some of my entries, ‘cause it was just too much for my sensibilities.My last entry entitled, lost signal, was particularly mind numbing. & Some of the poems I have deleted. & I think will continue to do so, because most of them are still a work in progress. I am constantly working on my drafts. Besides, I don’t like leaving my poems on display for too long. Not here anyway, where I feel like they’ll just be abandoned. At least they deserve a proper burial place. I have a special place in my hard disk where poems eternally sleep, until I decide to pull a Frankeinstein and ressurect the dead back to the living. For my blog I’ve decide I am going to write transcient poems.
speaking of poems here's another haynaku
xox
mother’s
smile undisturbed
in the seashore
like
a snowflake
trying to become
whole
a symmetry
of many parts
but
silence interrupts
attempts of correlating
stars
S.O.S. signal
with mother/child
perhaps
twilight is
a melancholy light
when
darkness falls
light comes up
never
meeting, jointly
eye to eye
always,
one has
to say goodbye
© em franco
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