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0 posted 2005-07-28 08:37 PM



“On core” [, please, “On Family”] – Thank you, Simply Gold

~*~

On Core

Rudiments, strung finer than a
spider’s spindly web, where dreams hang
like crystalline memories, caught…where
slight thoughts slide via some
sensory connection, level six…
and deposits a seed onto a moment of touch,

memory, and love
combine to that core, and faith
is blown     on….

~*~

Photos never before seen, albeit
treasured in heart
when some magic box snapped soul ~
how many fingers traced a smile,
or height, or that he wore that hat,
this tie, or his ring
or safely embraced a loved one
from fear

    


Strange, this piece of “us”, that deep love, for he must be
thinking, “it’s ok, it’s ok…, little one,    Daddy is here…”

but before me and our time, he stood this tall…

    


and before that day, he sat, this short…
playful, footsore, finding ways to cool off,
to be content, a tow-head in an autumn light…

    


Were he here, he would tell me that pup’s name,
reminding himself of something else,
a far away gaze gaining speed,
but it would be when
his fingers, grasping mine, my own
being fingered, from nail to knuckle,
back again, then mine, his;
we did that, the finger game,
sliding our sense of touch
up one digit and down again,
from one to another, feeling ribbed print,
cascading over bruises, almost as if
we could tell where we had been,
on top of houses, nailing on shingles,
sitting at desks, biting tips of pens
in deep thought and anguished need;
pain would come to my knees –
he had knelt too long that day;
he would begin massaging my legs,
for I had run too hard.

Were we one? Or just close extension of love,
kneading our souls into senses
as if he left his scent upon my fingertips
when after a long day, even tomorrow,
I might rub my hands and bring them
to my face, nodding

yes, you smelled this way…

Scent…

a terribly wonderful short way
to memories,
when we stretch to hold on
when reaching for one’s core.

© Karilea Rilling Jungel
July 28, 2005


© Copyright 2005 Karilea Rilling Jungel - All Rights Reserved
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1 posted 2005-07-28 08:42 PM


oh....
ohhhh....
shivers went straight through me as I glanced at my own fathers photo of when he was young..
and remembered...thank you..

He is smiling, at his little girl
this I am sure.....as I also
am smiling at you momma K...

your best yet...
and will hold a very special place not only in my library, but also my heart....


I refuse to make plans past this moment in time....

ice
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2 posted 2005-07-28 08:49 PM


This is fantastic.....Bravo!
A beautiful piece, clear to its core...

I had a hard day, but this poem has softened it..Thank You

------------ice/ford
    ><>

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3 posted 2005-07-28 09:09 PM


Dear Sun,  I to believe you have found that
place...somewhat similar to my own...

Treasures, aren't they?

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4 posted 2005-07-28 09:52 PM


Sissie

"a terribly wonderful short way
to memories,
when we stretch to hold on
when reaching for one’s core."

Yes indeed!!  


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5 posted 2005-07-28 09:56 PM


Awwww, thank you for sharing this, Karilea. Tis, such prcious memories you have.
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6 posted 2005-07-29 12:35 PM


but it would be when
his fingers, grasping mine, my own
being fingered, from nail to knuckle,
back again, then mine, his;
we did that, the finger game,
sliding our sense of touch
up one digit and down again,
from one to another, feeling ribbed print,
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

there will be many more of these stirring oncores from the core of your heart...this muse has only just begun to inspire.

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7 posted 2005-07-29 12:40 PM


"Were we one? Or just close extension of love,
kneading our souls into senses
as if he left his scent upon my fingertips"

oh my, this is a write straight from the heart

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8 posted 2005-07-29 03:58 PM


Written from your heart... residing in mine. *S* This is so beautiful!! *S*
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9 posted 2005-08-01 07:03 AM


So beautiful, Karilea.  Tracing memories and filling in the blanks.  I am glad these photos found their way back to you.

Patricia


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10 posted 2005-08-01 07:18 AM


Karilea, thank you so very much for sharing
this precious piece of your heart with mine.
This was so touching it made me feel the
moisture in my eye......but it's a tear of
joy, dear lady. It made me just think of
the song, "Precious Memories"......."how they linger...."  

and it made me think that my own Daddy is
getting way up in years. I hate to think of
when I will lose him and my Mama. I am so glad
I have so many of my own "precious memories"
shared with them both.....
Thank you, again, Karilea for sharing your heart with us.
Hugs,
Ethel

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11 posted 2005-08-01 07:19 AM


he did indeed leave his scent upon your fingers...a scent of your own, which you fast forward unto yours....and my oh my, if he were here, he'd be sheding tears of joy and utter amazement, at the sound of your words...

as I am now, thank you very much!

Good Morning Sunshine...Happy Monday

And thank you for a pot of gold this morn

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12 posted 2005-08-03 11:34 AM


"his fingers, grasping mine, my own
being fingered, from nail to knuckle,
back again, then mine, his;"

And then... it becomes even more lovely!  You are so in touch with your foundation.  Your ability to perceive, express, and show appreciation for the smallest detail amazes me more and more!  I'm sure he'd be proud of you.

           miscee

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13 posted 2005-08-03 05:19 PM


you...

move me with your words of adoration and love .... hugsss you

In your light I learn how to love
In your beauty how to make poems
You dance inside my chest where
no one sees you and that sight becomes this art

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14 posted 2005-08-05 03:36 PM


What a wonder this is, Karilea! Loved this!

Hope all is well with you!
Corinne

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15 posted 2005-08-08 12:20 PM


That guy's got Kansas written all over him....mighty pretty daughter though -- she must take after her mother.....

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16 posted 2005-08-11 09:20 PM


"but it would be when
his fingers, grasping mine, my own
being fingered, from nail to knuckle,
back again, then mine, his;
we did that, the finger game,
sliding our sense of touch
up one digit and down again,
from one to another, feeling ribbed print,
cascading over bruises, almost as if
we could tell where we had been"

It is the core, isn't it. A place of anchor to which it delightful to return even when your memory blurs into mine.

If tears could build a stairway and memories a lane, I'd walk right up to heaven and bring you home again.

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17 posted 2005-08-18 10:25 PM


Thank you, everyone.

I've been sharing this poem and long-ago
and unseen photos

with family.  Your comments?

Add substance.

Bless you.

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