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Sun Overhead [Konrad and The Meeting}
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Sun Overhead [Konrad and The Meeting} |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart 
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Sun Overhead [Konrad and The Meeting] Dreams still came hard, migraines or not, some were shadowed, some grayness seeping, but this was different, a counter lock in step and time, faint ticking tock of some carefully wound clock as if Gump had been present, who would have been the one holding the guitar, but there Fagin sat, comfortable, strumming, humming, tuning in and out, for the just right key… Konrad felt needed, required, waited for… as if hurdling some mountain, his back unbroken, he felt…he would like this bard… and wolves came to mind. “Heard yer howlin’, man…come, sit your stance.” Deep, rasping baritone keyed Konrad into obeying this dream and its escape, so he sat, seeing visions change underneath fingertips as grass became keyboard, when wind changed tune, there sat Fagin, strumming, hummin’, “pick it up, boy” and Konnie plunked out a tune, he, who had played briefly in his life, fell into sync in sine straight into the tempo clear, rare among the family peers… They played as if June had tuned her harp, then let July take its merry swing; they played as if August had beat its heat into some whirlpooled stream; they took toll against all the odds, swept time itself into a beat, when tick met tock, and then they rocked, with blues becoming a majestic thing, as piano keys came keys of horn, and oh how Konrad played… Fagin in tune with the water’s stream of patient, waiting prey…  When wolves began a’howling, Konrad woke to sharp, his fingers shaking, in tired hope of some feel true, in meeting a man he would never meet, but, oh God, how he would linger and in his soul, knew finally of one he wished to keep. " It matters not this distance now " Excerpt, Yesterday's Love ~*~ KRJ |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Sissie "his fingers shaking, in tired hope of some feel true, in meeting a man he would never meet, but, oh God, how he would linger and in his soul, knew finally of one he wished to keep." I too, wish to have met this my brother!  |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
KJ, thanx for the little snippets of prose. (sorta) an interesting story.. |
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Edward Grim Senior Member
since 2005-12-18
Posts 1154Greenville, South Carolina |
Very nice, I love the wolf picture. he, who had played briefly in his life, fell into sync in sine straight into the tempo clear, rare among the family peers… That is great. Cheers - Ed "Give me a museum, and I'll fill it." |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
Oh.......this is good and so heartfelt. *hugging you dear SIL*......jo |
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Kathy Member
since 2006-02-10
Posts 153 |
Wonderful poem Sunshine! Mayhap, you are a musician. I sense music in your poetry. Thanks and Hugs, Kathy |
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tracie66 Member Elite
since 2000-01-18
Posts 4713Australia |
very touching my dear sunshiny girl - hope you're doing well. ~hugs~  n loveTracie Love is the life of the soul... |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
knowing now what I know...this poem says much about a man, who he was and who all he affected in his life...particularly a woman whose own blood flowed his veins. |
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Skyfire
since 2000-12-27
Posts 3381Riding |
 and then He created the horse... |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
when tick met tock, and then they rocked, with blues becoming a majestic thing, as piano keys came keys of horn, and oh how Konrad played… Fagin in tune with the water’s stream of patient, waiting prey… dearest poet, this was hauntingly beautiful, in a sad sort of way, but also gave me another feeling of goodness, understanding... and this... faint ticking tock of some carefully wound clock as if Gump had been present, who would have been the one holding the guitar, but there Fagin sat, comfortable, strumming, humming, tuning in and out, for the just right key… this gave me chills, ones of mystical, spiritual... amazing...YOU! |
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Goldenrose Member Elite
since 2003-05-30
Posts 3665 |
Such fine descrption in the narrative here K...enjoyed the read thank you... Goldenrose. Desire for nothing except desirelessness,hope for nothing except to rise above all hopes, want nothing and you will have everything.avatar Meher Baba. |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
"When wolves began a’howling, Konrad woke to sharp, his fingers shaking, in tired hope of some feel true, in meeting a man he would never meet, but, oh God, how he would linger and in his soul, knew finally of one he wished to keep." Your writing is absolutely captivating Karilea! I love it! |
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Bridget Shenachie Senior Member
since 2002-01-23
Posts 1056Kansas USA |
I'm glad that Konrad is back and so glad to find him here sharing your awareness of Fagin. Shenachie |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Nice...James |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
I love your Konrad poems Kari, and this one is very special.. magnificent! miss you m xx how i would love you, love you as no one ever did! Die and still, love you more. And still love you more..and more |
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vandana
since 1999-10-22
Posts 10463USA |
good read  |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
It is true, that words, especially those written, from said, or known, live on. I was reminded of this today, when one person spoke of another, long gone some 18 years now...relating the fact that the "words" came through yet another voice... what I am saying, in my long-winded way, is that, what we do say, whether written down, or reverberated through mind for years to come, does reflect back on what we thought, how we acted, what we do. My brother had a very short time with those of you who came to know him, through his words, here at PiP. Oh, he did enjoy Konrad's escapades. He wondered how I could put myself in a man's mind...even if only on one or two levels...still, he enjoyed where Kon was going. On that level, Konrad is enjoying Fagin's music, Sustaniac's soul, and Robert's goodness. If you look to the skies tonight, know that the sound you might hear, is a heart in motion. Thank you all, for taking time to read deeply. |
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