Konrad's Concrete ...................................... for BSQ by request

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Sunshine

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Listening to every heart

0 posted 2002-10-03 11:10 PM

Konrad’s Concrete

Konrad spent several years
shaking sand from his jean cuffs at every
pit stop and drive-in, every
backwater truck stop and sidewalk cafe,

but the sand never seemed to leave
his seams,
never once was he let loose of
those grains of memory
which ground
into his heels from childhood,

until he landed in Chi-town.   On that route
from rural posturing, he walked
in statuesque shadow at noon,
under glint and gleam of architecturally structured
monoliths
that did not beat the tempo
of the streets of where he’d been,
or where he might go…

still, the blues rang through smog,
on the water’s front, where hats tipped up
for tips thrown down, a sax sacking airwaves
for the melancholy, the remaining
sand of his beginnings seeming
to end there,
on the boardwalk,
settling into Lake Michigan…

he thought he would find his dream, there,
on the sidewalks of the new and improved,
where the cobblestones had been bricked over,
then the asphalt belabored the concrete rolls,
and all was less than it was when it was
just sand and grass, marsh and reed…

and it begged Konrad’s question,
if a man,
if he is raised on concrete slabs,
hard and unmoving, unbending,
and stalwart,
what does he then know of sand…

the undulating push and shift of time,
each grain individually allowing one
to feel great, for a moment,
until they pile against one, and become
more than one…

at least, for an instant, a few grains of sand,
between one’s fingers, allow us to feel
the edge,
but when mixed with rock, mortar,
and wet tears,
the monoliths are born,

and a man can be buried, never knowing
the feel of sand
beneath his heel…

Konrad left Chi-town soon after, the concrete
being too inflexible for his spirit,
but knowing that bit of
roving skimmed just enough
residue into his soul
that a song might one day be born…

and he would somehow
blues them into a poem…

                                                                                ©Karilea Rilling Jungel
                                                                                3 October 2002

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1 posted 2002-10-03 11:19 PM

"but knowing that bit of
roving skimmed just enough
residue into his soul
that a song might one day be born…

and he would somehow
blues them into a poem…"

Wow!!! Oh my gosh, this series just keeps getting better and better, sweet friend, I can't wait to see this very song that escapes his soul from his nomadic heart! (big hugggssssss) This is marvelous, sweet friend, I know Michael will just cherish this, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Karilea, thank you for sharing!

May love and light always shine upon you!

Love,
Noah Eaton

"Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..."

Shakira

bsquirrel

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2 posted 2002-10-04 11:43 AM

Beautiful, knowing work
Karilea.

It's obvious that the concrete/sand
was the very least of the imaginings
flowing from your pen.

Astounded.

Martie

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3 posted 2002-10-04 02:42 PM

Karilea

You made him very real with this...and I saw him and understood him in my mind without even realizing I was reading words. Now that's good writing!

Cpat Hair

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since 2001-06-05

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4 posted 2002-10-04 02:47 PM

Wow... solid...real.... excellent. You guys continue to amaze me and certainly help me understand...

love this K...

scorpio
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since 2002-10-02

Posts 5178
right...there

5 posted 2002-10-04 03:01 PM

one grain of sand...in most cases...would be more ancient than all the concrete in the world...and only a person in touch with the natural history of this planet would know and appreciate that fact...you stretched my consciousness with this write...

...believe what your heart feels.....

caterina
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since 2002-07-25

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6 posted 2002-10-04 03:56 PM

You do write beautiful poems Sunshine, I will certainly make it a point to keep an eye out for other poems of yours.

Just wonderful.

caterina

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Canada eh.

7 posted 2002-10-04 04:26 PM

Loving it Karilea...absolutely loving it!!

~Hugs YOU!~

~ Time has cast a spell on you
So you won't ever forget me ~

Dark Angel
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since 1999-08-04

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8 posted 2004-05-10 05:07 PM

Oh I saw him Karilea...

absolutely wonderful.

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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