Shh? No! Speak up!

Two fibs, based on a reality other than my own, tied together under one title, with their own subtitles:

Not Exactly a Double Entendre

1967, give or take a decade or two

Out
of
wedlock
sent away,
so no one will know
the miracle of birth that day.

2000, give or take a decade or two

Out
of
wedlock
stood proudly,
everyone sharing
the miracle of birth that day.

Marcia
03/02/07

I learned about Fibs via the internet and blogging. I am sure I originally saw it on someone’s blog — one day when in a hurry — and a few weeks ago I went back to the few blogs I thought I had seen it on and couldn’t find it to tell them how excited I was to have found the entry. For that I apologize. . . If I stumble on it in my travels, I will add that link, too.

Today I am in a mood, not a horrid one, not an irreversible one, just a mood. So, in an attempt to think about things other than my mood, I wrote Fibs. Only thing is, I kept touching on topics that probably most of us have read of, or will remind us of someone we have met, not necessarily pleasant ones. So, since this is also a location for gripes, they fit best here and most of them came from a poetry prompt that included the word, “ropes”.

Commonalities in Life

Birds
fly.
Humans
walk upright.
Hearts flutter within,
and like seems to only seek like.

————-

Today

Much
like
cattle
lumbering,
we mosey outside
and down yesterday’s beaten path.

——

Said To The Woman Stalking

Hell,
no!
Ropes won’t
bind us together –
Not as man and wife anyway.

——-

Two Victims, One Question

Ropes
bind,
scissors
release us.
We’ll go our own way,
but will our paths cross once again?

——–

All written today by Marcia

Now, time to find something a bit more amusing to read!