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What Transpires [Konrad’s Chronicles]
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What Transpires [Konrad’s Chronicles] |
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Sunshine
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What Transpires [Konrad’s Chronicles] Too easy, it comes to some, too easy… Konrad called home, just to see if Iambe would answer, though when she did, She dashed his hope of any conversation. “Go your way,” she said, but not “go away”…Konrad heard what she did not say… He took heart in that, because he knew she knew that he had to look for his, his reasoning, maybe, which was there in the Yucatan jungle, waiting, perhaps, although if he were not there to be found by whomever, then maybe his father’s bones would be uncovered, and speak to someone else, perhaps his father had left a mark, an impression upon his own remains, in ways that carry graves and spirits, but now, Konrad was, and was there, and the mystic of logic transcribed agony, “Good God Myrtle” was all he imagined he could hear, so he blindly hoped he would find something, anything that he, Konrad, could pick up and weigh, like gold, or silver, or mercury… as there were some things he knew he would never handle, like ashes, dust, and lost time, and in his thought’s hiatus, in his expectant pause, he waited, maybe to hear a thunderbolt strike, for he was in the country of the unknown, and the unknown could happen at any time. Even thunderbolts transpire. |
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Duncan Member Ascendant
since 2001-08-07
Posts 5455 |
'so he blindly hoped he would find something, anything that he, Konrad, could pick up and weigh, like gold, or silver, or mercury… as there were some things he knew he would never handle, like ashes, dust, and lost time, and in his thought’s hiatus, in his expectant pause, he waited, maybe to hear a thunderbolt strike, for he was in the country of the unknown' Good to see Konrad again!!! Tell it Kari...I'll be waiting, impatiently!  |
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dgvarner Member Elite
since 2000-05-13
Posts 3552High Springs, Florida |
hmm..I'm sorry I've missed previous "Konrad" poetry (assuming there is more to this story!) Love the way this is written..very enjoyable..  hugs, g "If you suppress laughter, it goes down and spreads out your hips."- Steve Allen |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
"Even thunderbolts transpire." Oh my dear..do I agree with this line, especially today! And just where has Konrad been hiding? Sorry I missed this last night.. I must have been buried under a pile of tulle.  Excellent write m'friend. ~Hugging you tight hip-sis!~ |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Nice to know the fellow didn't get lost while wandering around out in the jungle..lol.. enjoyed this..and glad to see it still lives as a series... |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
I see that Konrad has moved on to other things now. . . good. . . good work my friend. . . --------------------------------------------------------------- To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world. |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
so he blindly hoped he would find something, anything that he, Konrad, could pick up and weigh, like gold, or silver, or mercury… as there were some things he knew he would never handle, like ashes, dust, and lost time, and in his thought’s hiatus, in his expectant pause, he waited, maybe to hear a thunderbolt strike, for he was in the country of the unknown, and the unknown could happen at any time. Even thunderbolts transpire. ============================== AHEM............... How did you let the moth miss this one???? Hmmmm..... *tapping fingers on desk* dont let it happen again. |
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QjQ Member Elite
since 2003-04-18
Posts 3756U.S.A. |
nice write It matters not how you answer, It matters only that i hear you. |
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