(a fib)
..
i
am
waiting
for something.
i have been to the
moon’s darker side a thousand times.
i once held a baby hummingbird loose in my palm.
.
Prompted by OctPoWriMo, day 22.
(a fib)
..
i
am
waiting
for something.
i have been to the
moon’s darker side a thousand times.
i once held a baby hummingbird loose in my palm.
.
Prompted by OctPoWriMo, day 22.
The lie is waiting for something?
Oops, guess it was 2 lies. How about the truth was you held the humming bird.
I think it’s all true and the lie is that you’re lying.
😉 Maybe you’re not waiting for anything!
You did not hold a humming bird loose in your hand….not loose anyway:)
It’s a metaphor, of course. I’m the humming-bird. I’m also the moon.
So is she.
And no one
is ever
not
waiting
for something.
The hummingbird is a splendid addition.
>
Fibs can be fun, at least when they’re like this one!
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Today is the day of a million poems. And by “a million,” I mean “thirteen,” of course. I dare you, and me, to write thirteen poems today.
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