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Sunshine
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0 posted 02-26-2003 08:37 PM       View Profile for Sunshine   Email Sunshine   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions   Click to visit Sunshine's Home Page   View IP for Sunshine


Snake bite….

Villahermosa was not that far
from Tabasco, a bit more than a
step away

Konrad ran, literally ran there,
too…

for the skin of the ocelot
had turned into snake
and wiggled into
worm…

dead worms.

No….dead memories,
come alive.

Even in daylight, figures
and fugitives
melted into the heat of the morning
and rose like shimmers on
blacktop
before him.

Damn it!  Why was Jackson
so transparent, like watered down
milk,

and why was he, Konrad, so
sick at his stomach?

He felt as if he had indeed taken
the boat to Belize,
and he needed Dana more than he wanted
to admit, he needed

more…

he needed

conclusion…

but memories were rumbling in,
as mixed up as gruel takes in a tidbit
of raisin for taste,
and cinnamon spices
for life,

Konrad was tasting too much life
right now…

damn worms.

Damn life.

He looked around, as if ghosts might
turn human, tap him on
his shoulder,
remind him that he was not alone…

he waited for fear to hit,
again.
© Copyright 2003 Karilea Rilling - All Rights Reserved
Duncan
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1 posted 02-26-2003 09:35 PM       View Profile for Duncan   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Duncan

'but memories were rumbling in,
as mixed up as gruel takes in a tidbit
of raisin for taste,
and cinnamon spices
for life,

Konrad was tasting too much life
right now…

damn worms.

Damn life.

He looked around, as if ghosts might
turn human, tap him on
his shoulder,
remind him that he was not alone…

he waited for fear to hit,
again.'


                     BOO!

I'll be back......
Sunshine
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2 posted 02-26-2003 09:51 PM       View Profile for Sunshine   Email Sunshine   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Sunshine's Home Page   View IP for Sunshine


But, of course!
the_loner_23
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3 posted 02-26-2003 10:04 PM       View Profile for the_loner_23   Email the_loner_23   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for the_loner_23

This story keeps getting better.

Cold hands means a warm heart

Aenimal
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4 posted 02-26-2003 10:53 PM       View Profile for Aenimal   Email Aenimal   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Aenimal

intense loved this departure
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Sunshine, when I saw the title of this poem, it reminded me, when I was in the country. In the spring and summer, I always saw snakes on the road. A few got a little too close for my comfort. Believe me, I sure won't be missing those this spring and summer.
Janet Marie
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6 posted 02-27-2003 12:13 AM       View Profile for Janet Marie   Email Janet Marie   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Janet Marie

Even in daylight, figures
and fugitives
melted into the heat of the morning
and rose like shimmers on
blacktop
before him.
===========================

very cool imagery.

Me thinks Konnie and Jackson need to give up drinking...these boys cant handle the worm...
Jackson is dreamin crazy and Konnie is always hungover with head and stomach aches.
Good thing Jake is a cowboy who can handle his liquor heh

Where the touch of lovers end and the soul of friends begin,
there's a need to be separate and a need to be one ...
it's struggle neither wins.

Sudhir Iyer
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7 posted 02-27-2003 04:36 AM       View Profile for Sudhir Iyer   Email Sudhir Iyer   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Sudhir Iyer

snake bite = half a pint of lager + half a pint of cider and a small helping of black currant ...

heard of being the source of many a bad hangovers...

--------

seriously tho' Karilea, this is excellent writing...

regards,
sudhir

Duncan
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8 posted 02-27-2003 10:32 AM       View Profile for Duncan   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Duncan

Give up the worm?  He's the only one who knows where this is going!!!!  
Martie
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Well done, girlfriend!!!  
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10 posted 02-27-2003 11:26 AM       View Profile for garysgirl   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit garysgirl's Home Page   View IP for garysgirl

Yes, very well done!!!

Hugs,
Ethel
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Sunshine
Interesting write, enjoyed.
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12 posted 02-27-2003 01:58 PM       View Profile for Cpat Hair   Email Cpat Hair   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Cpat Hair

Even in daylight, figures
and fugitives
melted into the heat of the morning
and rose like shimmers on
blacktop
before him.
love this passage... and between you and Duncan.. the surreal of the images and the mixing of ideas... you got me hooked...

write on here... write on..let's see what next and how indeed you guys ties this all together in string and bone...


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13 posted 02-27-2003 02:03 PM       View Profile for Nightshade   Email Nightshade   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Nightshade's Home Page   View IP for Nightshade

Karilea - oooh, this is getting very interesting indeed. luv it. Chris

"Hope" is the thing with feathers-
that perches in the soul....
                  
                       -Emily Dickinson

Susan Caldwell
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Please, please forgive me, but who else is writing this??  I have been so busy I have missed something good and would like a second chance to check it out.

Susan
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15 posted 02-27-2003 02:18 PM       View Profile for Cpat Hair   Email Cpat Hair   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Cpat Hair

Susan... maybe I an help you out here...

I think I started this whole thing with a series of poems written over the last two or 3 years about Iambe.  Konrad, Jake, Jackson, and Dillon are all characters written by Sunshine, Martie, janet marie, and Duncan. They are also all "loosely" woven together into a family story written from different perspectives...

I challenged everyone that had been readin gthe Iambe series to write their own character...when I also decided to quit writing about Iambe.... the stories you find..are all in the archives or this open...
unfortuanelty..you'll have to do a bit of searching to find them all... good luck.. the read from their pens is well worth the effort...

Dark Angel
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16 posted 05-12-2004 01:53 AM       View Profile for Dark Angel   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Dark Angel

Sheesh, I could feel the fear.

I'm moving on.

M xx

The clouds never expect it when it rains, but the sea, changes colours, but the sea, does not change.
~Stevie Nicks~

 
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