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Konrad’s Drought – Dillon’s Dance

Cenote X-Kekén lies close to Dzitnup,
where caves hold turquoise liquid
and pendulous stalactites drip stories.

Mayan legends of shared whispers,
stories of Hechicera, an angry witch
who was kept from her heart’s love.

Konrad had heard of Hechicera’s spells, of
Aluxob, the “green wee ones” of Yucatan,
originally natives, who had come
too close to Hechicera’s Cenotes,
where her witchcraft wafted
in full force, a wind to be acknowledged,
then later assuring the Aluxob
ears of corn would be left to feed them after harvest,
for the Aluxob, who had mistakenly touched the heart
of Hechicera when stumbling upon her Cenotes,
now repaid their debt in pushing up
the first ears of new corn, further paying for their
transgressions by rocking hammocks
of natives.

Konrad had stumbled upon a Cenote,
often seen by sky travelers,
but not locally known, for many were off the paths of
wanderers, and Konrad was still wandering, in search of



but the Cenote entranced him, for winged ants had
swarmed around him, he had stumbled
off the path, and found himself

here

where there were no signs of populace, let alone
him, for it had become a reverie, as hermit crabs scurried
across his eye’s path, and
Konrad, feeling remarkably light-headed, briefly grasped
at thoughts of Hechicera casting a spell upon him,
would he become an Aluxob…then falling to the dirt,
he could hear a mosquito’s hum close to his head.

~*~

Dillon pulled on his arm, “Come, come,” and she
was three again, Jake being no where to be seen,
Iambe most likely in the house, too young to be
fixing supper, but most likely doing so, as a childish
voice beseeching “come, come,”
his Dillon urging him,

Come!

“Smell!”
a command.

Konrad could see himself look high,
this blue gray sky burning his iris,
searching for smoke, for something that smelled,
a touch that had grabbed Dillon’s senses,
a skunk?  No smell of that,
he looked down on this small wisp of a girl
in braids, lanky legs touching ground lightly,
dust billowing around her, the dry not yet
touching milky skin, this bloom
of youth having browned golden from
too much sun,

“Can you hear it?” she cried, happily, as Konrad
shook his head, for he did not yet hear
what she believed in her heart to be true,
he bent to ask questions, when

a crack of lightning broke silent sky,
blue turning deceptive and grayed Midwestern skies,
when too much time had passed that blue-gray was but visions
held in fantasy of what used to be…

Konrad stood on that cracked earth, for Dillon had taken him
from their house, into the corral, where even horses’ hooves had not
ground the dirt into dust with their walking, too dry was the soil
for their movement…

patter

patter

pit pit pit patter


Konrad looked up, felt green rain fall, watched
as Dillon stretched thin arms,
supplicating in childish prayer her silent cry for rain,
and his heart
broke,
for a gray-blue sky did not promise anything.

Konrad reached in his mind for green
then reached for her, but
Dillon, she shied away, not afraid, not yet ready
to accept sense,

pit pit patter patter
falling faster,
Konrad reached again, Dillon side-slip-stepped away,

pit pit patter patter patter

splotching cracks, absorbed into dry,
disappearing, quickly, it was never there,
a fluke!

Dillon, crying,
“Konrad, Aluxob!”

Then rain fell swiftly, a sun shining against their house,
Dillon’s image engrained in his mind as he
saw shimmer of water, dry ground becoming lake,
reflecting their house in disrepair,
then Dillon danced, and the ripples
sparkled,

for Dillon was dancing in her falling rain, she who had been
in supplicant prayer, now of promise, of gifts
souls had been given for
that promised relief,
please, God, rain, for growth from rain, for
need of want!  Dillon danced…
all Konrad could see was her shimmer
in a pool, Dillon’s image dancing
in pools of wet, wet rain, shimmering, imaging, mirroring….

~*~

Konrad woke, laying in green jungle, near a
Cenote he had wandered upon, and looked upon his
skin, for it did not seem as if he had shrunk, then
he stood, feeling full height,

feeling as if crystalline snow had fallen,
awakening his senses even more,
and he looked up,
thought of siblings in hold,

knowing it was time to continue,
knowing, again, if truth were to be true,
anything could happen
and all would come.



[This message has been edited by Sunshine (05-14-2003 06:03 AM).]

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*knowing it was time to continue,
knowing, again, if truth were to be true,
anything could happen
and all would come.

the last lines i liked very much,

It matters not how you answer, It matters only that i hear you.

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2 posted 05-13-2003 10:35 PM       View Profile for Janet Marie   Email Janet Marie   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Janet Marie

I was still high from reading Brians post over in Sanctuary..then I come find this gift of imagery and storytelling...

Have you been to these places you describe???
I now feel like I have...got the sand in me shoes to prove

This was 2 poems in one...each impressive on their own.. The flashback to the memory of Dillion was poetic brilliance.

The imagery and detail in this is absolutely outstanding Kari.
Ya make me wish I had a muse


very very well done poetess of the sun.
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3 posted 05-13-2003 10:47 PM       View Profile for Enchantress   Email Enchantress   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Enchantress

Oh my yes!!!
Keeping this to read again when I have more time!
~Smiles & Hugs, Nancy~

~Somewhere in my heart I'm always
dancing with you in the summer rain~

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4 posted 05-14-2003 05:01 AM       View Profile for Charisma   Email Charisma   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Charisma's Home Page   View IP for Charisma

Beautiful.....really beautiful penned!!

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well told... and as the moth said..two for one in that either could stand alone.

Now..the poor fellow has been wandering around in the jungle for ages it seems and still no closer to the truth or his dream... perhaps we should help him apply for a long term visa....wouldn't want him getting into trouble with customs and immigration now would we.. ( chuckling)
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Sunshine
I have wandered in such a place, enjoyed the read very much.
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A master of story telling art thou, m'friend...
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I'll be back.....
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enjoyed
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Me thinks the Capt is getting jungle fever
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I can relate to the draught now
as I await the rain

I loved this - DQ

. . . all that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream  . . .

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It's been  raining here for 5 days straight now.. hard rain. We don't need it as much as the West does....they're hardly getting any....sigh.

You're a great story teller Karilea.

enjoyed m'friend.

Maree
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Yesterday is ash, tomorrow is smoke; only today does the fire burn.
Nil Desperandum, Fata viem invenient

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Much enjoyed...

believe in what your heart feels...

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Good thing I'm not getting graded on punctuality huh?  
Kari, seriously this is now in the top 3 of my favorites you've written in this series.  Don't let Ron rush ya a write this well thought out, is worth waiting for.  I'm glad you're carrying on this tale.  Oh and whatever happened to the mysterious Dana?  
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knowing it was time to continue,
knowing, again, if truth were to be true,
anything could happen
and all would come.


well now Mom, I needed this one today....
and yes.....it does come...
Hugs you!

I must have had my momma's will
and Gods Amazing Grace...

I'm a survivor....
(Reba)

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Karilea:

what a beauty . . . goodness
something along the lines of Homer
and Coleridge . . .  

amazing you are Lady
my breath . . . you have stolen  
xxoo
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Lady sunshine, I love this......

This, especially...
for Dillon was dancing in her falling rain, she who had been
in supplicant prayer, now of promise, of gifts
souls had been given for
that promised relief,
please, God, rain, for growth from rain, for
need of want!  Dillon danced…
all Konrad could see was her shimmer
in a pool, Dillon’s image dancing
in pools of wet, wet rain, shimmering, imaging, mirroring….


Thank you, Karilea.
Hugs,
Ethel

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Wow.. great imagery..you should start a series of books
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Isn't that funny I think I had the same thought one time
 
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