Poetry Friday: the word is….
Today’s Poetry Friday is open to interpretation. YOUR interpretation.
Of a human form.
What’s that make you think of?
In your blog post today, feel free to expound upon human reproduction, in whatever form slips its hand inside your back pocket…story, poem, photo, musing, mess, ménage….
Time is tight this morning, so I will muse briefly.
1. I did play doctor when I was 5 years old, with Randy down the street. I thought it was dumb and pointless.
2. I learned about sex when the neighbor girl and I were looking at a newspaper, and there was an article about a 10-year old girl who’d had a baby. I was about 9 at the time. The neighbor girl, let’s call her Dixie, said, “Oh, I’d be SO embarrassed to be her!” “Why?”, I asked. Then Dixie told me how a man has a ‘tube’ and woman has a ‘hole’ and the man…dadadadada…into the woman’s…dadadada…and nine months later she has a baby. From then on, and still to this day, I sometimes look at couples and think…ew….you really did it with him/her?
3. My mom had two talks about reproduction with me. One was on the day in 4th grade where girls saw ‘The Film’ while the boys got to play kickball in the gym. (I STILL think that was a dirty gyp.) I always got up early, and mom came out to the living room where I was watching Andy Griffith Show, turned the tv off, sat down, and very embarrassingly told me about periods, in a Readers Digest condensed form. She made it sound like trees were growing in my belly. And she really didn’t explain the blood part. Just that it was a miracle. She vastly underestimated my need for information, which I later got from friends. Her second talk about reproduction with me? The night before I left for college, she said, “Remember, if a guy asks you to his room to “see his etchings”, DON’T GO.” That's it. I followed her advice. HAD a boy said that sentence, I would have responded like she told me to. However, the boys I knew in college had no etchings, only kegs of beer, imported record albums, and a taste for innocent farmgirls. Hehhehheh….