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Remembering crushes of puppy love and youthful dating experiences, I don’t know why I was surprised…every time love started or ended, the rest of the world faded into the background. Romantic tunnel vision of a new love found or an old love lost always claims intense focus.

The angst of the question answered by plucking daisy petals…he loves me, he loves me not, he loves me? Daydreams of mutual admiration, chance meetings, sweet conversations, drinking in their eyes, perhaps a soft kiss. Memorizing the beloved’s face while mesmerized by their smile.

The emotional wreckage of a relational break up and subsequent painful questions of why, why not, why not us? The second guessing and the blame game are all consuming. Disappointment, anger, and loneliness mingle in tears wiped on sleeves, pillows and friend’s shoulder.

Infatuation is fickle but a promise is forever.

 

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Diamond brooch – Ruby Lane

 


At dVerse poets pub, Merril  challenges us to write prosery of 144 words including the line (bold) from Jane Hirshfield’s poem, “I Want to Be Surprised.”

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We were dressed, ready to leave for worship when farmer husband heard bellowing. He backed pick-up to check inside shed. A new calf had arrived but mama was upset and attacking it. “You go on to church,” he told us, taking off his good coat.

She was a first-time mother; nervous and skittish post-partum. She circled stall wild-eyed. He put cow in head gate so calf could safely nurse and drink the vital colostrum. Even after hobbling cow’s back legs so she couldn’t kick and tying her head with short rope so she couldn’t box, she wasn’t bonding with calf.

I sternly lectured cow about her important role as mother. I spoke gently to baby, petting him in view of mama. We decided to try putting them together. There are moments caught between heartbeats…mama sniffed, then licked her baby.

 


Prosery is a short story (exactly 144 words). It includes a line from another author’s poem; in this case the poem, Coda, by MacNeice. Part flash fiction but based on a real experience 🙂  Kim is hosting at dVerse Poets pub today.