REFLECTIONS OF A DAY...by b. Malin

A DAY ...A FANTASY

It's Love...Sweet Love  Photo by Stephan
It's Love...Sweet Love Photo by Stephan

LIFE...WHAT WE MAKE IT by b. Malin

We pulled the covers high over our heads and fell back to sleep.  We slept till noon.  You woke me with a gentle nudge.  I smiled at your rumpled hair as I surveyed your hairy chest.  My fingers making circles back and forth in the dampness. You stretched and said you were hungry...and so the moment to make love had passed.

We got up and ate our breakfast and "dammed" the weather man who had promised us a beautiful day.  We could feel the rain "mocking" at us as it hit the window panes.  You decided to go back to bed and read your book.  I cleared the table and put the dishes into the dishwasher, then swept the floor and cursed silently to myself.

I went into the bathroom and stared at my reflection in the mirror, it looked awful...My hair still piled high on top of my head secured by a large clip.  My face still puffy from sleep.  I stuck my tongue out at what I saw as I splashed cold water on my face.  I took my hair down and made two long braids to hang defiantly from my shoulders. I fixed my face, with a little blush and started to feel better...and then the Sun came out!

We decided to take a walk, and took the Dog with us...that Big Glorious Mound of Fur...who was so eager to lead the way.  Like the "Crusader of Man"...his head held high, his tail swaying in the breeze...with the confidence of a true explorer.

The three of us discovered paths and fields...a small pond with large fish in it, surrounded by lots of rocks.  Which we took turns throwing into the pond and watching the pools of circles that they formed.  The dog took a cool refreshing drink by the natural spring near by, and we did the same.

Later refreshed, we walked across an old abandon corn field, the sun beating down on us. You spoke of making "love" to me on an open field...but you didn't.  Instead, we walked home hand in hand.  The dog running ahead to lead.

When we got home, you retreated to the den to read your book.  I hummed softly as I brushed the dog...as he moaned his "thank you" that only a pet owner would understand.

Late in the evening I lie awake, while you lay sleeping peacefully beside me...and I try to visualize what making "love" in an open field might have been like, and wish we had...

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It takes half a second to fall in love....and so much longer to fall out of love.  by b. Malin

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leni sands 6 years ago from UK

Nice piece of poetic prose, very very short story.


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b. Malin 6 years ago Author

Thank you leni sands...actually not such a short story...Life is just "moments" in time.


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epigramman 6 years ago

...absolutely lovely lovely piece which makes me ask you this question: do we live IN the moment - or do we live FOR the moment??????

Obviously you have a very pure writing style and as I always say if you write from the heart then the mind will follow ..... bravo to you!!


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b. Malin 6 years ago Author

I would say a little of both...I love writing and go into my own "writer's trance" when working on one of my pieces...and yes, it does come straight from the heart.


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IvoryMelodies 6 years ago

Beautiful piece. I can tell you were totally lost in yourself as you wrote this. Very enjoyable.


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b. Malin 6 years ago Author

Thank you so much for your wonderful comments Ivory Melodies. A little of me does get lost in my pieces...but in the end I come out again ready to start all over again.


Judy 6 years ago

Really loved this piece


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b. Malin 6 years ago Author

Thank you so much Judy!


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Jaggedfrost 6 years ago

Another very nice read. The closing line of regret makes me sad. Getting into a relationship shouldn't be about the sex or it just won't last but I understand the attending frustrations of being neglected as well. Well written.


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b. Malin 6 years ago Author

Actually they were a married couple...cracks were starting to form...But thank you so much for your comments and liking my Hub.


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Jaggedfrost 6 years ago

Them being married makes sense, though it wasn't intimated in the article. That might be a small improvement to make such as letting her play with her wedding ring, even in a way that might foreshadow how she is starting to think about her marriage. Other then sex, however, and a sense of self interest on both sides, I cant see the cracks worthy of the last line though. Maybe that is my moral basis talking.


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b. Malin 6 years ago Author

Thanks once again for your insightful comments and good suggestion...It's interesting to see how others read into this piece...I guess that is what writing is all about. You know I signed up to follow you...I look forward to when, and if you decided to become a follower of mine. Either way, I look forward to your comments.


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Jaggedfrost 6 years ago

I am glad to hear that, I don't follow many people any more but I do keep track of my feed rather closely and try to remember and check on those who have commented on my projects as much as possible. I am too forgetful and my email gets way too packed with nonsense to keep up with sometimes.


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b. Malin 6 years ago Author

Good to hear from you again...Comments are so important to a writer as you well know. I try to put my comments to as many followers "Hubs" as I can...I think it's important, not to just look for numbers...but somehow, human nature...we do...Any way, thank you.


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Jaggedfrost 6 years ago

your welcome.


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sammyfiction 6 years ago from Australia

I liked this short piece you hve written here :) It seems so real. I like your writing style, thanks for sharing! SF


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b. Malin 6 years ago Author

Hi sammyfiction, thank you for your comments...don't we as writers and Poets mix it up a little with truth? Glad you enjoyed, and Thanks for becoming a follower, I've also decided to follow you!


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Jaggedfrost 6 years ago

If there is no truth in the things we write there isn't much point in writing. Eventually you run out of imagination because you have to keep concocting new ways of lying about your reality or describing someone else's pipe dreams.


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b. Malin 6 years ago Author

Oh Jaggedfrost, so not true...This Poem, Hub, was another time, another place...a different marriage...When I write my life goes back, and forth, past and present...I don't want to hurt anyone...but it doesn't always have to be about oneself...and no, for that reason I personally will never run out of ideas.


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Jaggedfrost 6 years ago

lol just because it came from the path doesn't mean it isn't truth of a sort. Perspective is truth even if transitory. Objective truth can get monotonous if that is all one writes about. That isn't to say I haven't gotten into the occasional monotonous mood before. I do, quite frequently, but imagination is much better when flavored with truth of some sort and even the truth said in jest or figurative form has its merits.

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