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Spring, Chaac, & Yucatan... |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart 
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Spring, Chaac, & Yucatan… Fogs lift slowly when one is not ready for snakes to leave, or lift as if spirited into silence, when fogs won’t break off, as Konrad tumbled further into the Yucatan, as well as the territory’s Chichen Itza, a symbolism of place, points, as hands grasped at his mental sinews, pulling him back, to then… even as that snake appeared, into his childhood, and traditions reappeared, from nothing… small rugs and great mattresses took up his sun-filled spring days of snapping and whapping, for Jake had left to take on other monetary pay good jobs, while Iambe and Dillon remained behind for more minute details of cleanliness, and Konrad…he worked hard at echoing that snapping and whapping that didn’t draw blood….though rare were those times… flashes of recall resounded in Konrad, there in that lush, strangling green jungle of Yucatan, how it had been, in the pure blue dry whipped brown of sand-swept and bare-boned meandering Midwest, where coyotes howled, sounding spare, against guttural calls of whatever here and now the Yucatan had waiting, hidden, sounding black, like death….. but, their mother, pure, good, pale, ghost, while speaking of readings, and her pleasures, her treasures, her “where sure” placed traces, other than here, that would hold gold, told in vast hold of time…. the strangle dangled in the hot stream of dream, then, gurgling, vanished…. Gray, gone, ghosts, but dust of mama’s dreams filled Konrad…little stories of where he could go that he once thought as fantasy were now in true- come-fact and not at all fallacy and he wondered… did she really roam, did she? or were homes in his whereabouts of now here, in the side-show of Mayan times, someplace she had combed, looking, tombs of times where Dana now roamed, something that his mother touched…. He did not know. No one did…. And yet, Konrad slid willingly, almost wantingly, wondering…. into tomorrow’s search… |
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Nightshade 
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
Karilea - you are amazing....you know that don't you?!! hugs, Chris  "Hope" is the thing with feathers- |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
And the crowd of readers chant, "Where's the book?!? Where's the book?!? Where's the book?!?..." Peace & Love, Linda |
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Ericc Member Elite
since 2003-01-31
Posts 4178 |
Always leaving me wanting more. Eric |
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Sunkissed Senior Member
since 2002-12-03
Posts 610 |
Karilea, if your name were not attached, I'd swear it was the captain's work. Your stories fit his seamlessly. Excellent. Sunkissed. |
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garysgirl
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
Yes, Karilea, just where is the book??  Heart Hugs, Ethel |
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Duncan Member Ascendant
since 2001-08-07
Posts 5455 |
'Gray, gone, ghosts, but dust of mama’s dreams filled Konrad…little stories of where he could go that he once thought as fantasy were now in true- come-fact and not at all fallacy and he wondered… did she really roam, did she? or were homes in his whereabouts of now here, in the side-show of Mayan times, someplace she had combed, looking, tombs of times where Dana now roamed, something that his mother touched….' This may be my favorite so far Kari. Rich with description that truly made me SEE the story!  |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Yes..I agree with Duncan... This has to be your best in this series Karilea. The imagery is fantstic as well as the storyline. Much enjoyed. ~Hugs~ ~Somewhere in my heart I'm always |
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vandana
since 1999-10-22
Posts 10463USA |
liked it |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Fogs lift slowly when one is not ready for snakes to leave, or lift as if spirited into silence, when fogs won’t break off, from these opening lines..to the ending ones... well woven and rich in imagery as well as well told history...circling back on itself.. well done my friend..well done.. |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
where coyotes howled, sounding spare, against guttural calls of whatever here and now the Yucatan had waiting, hidden, sounding black, like death….. ***************************************** BRAVO! What a masterpiece, and I swear I could hear howling in the above lines! |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
but, their mother, pure, good, pale, ghost, while speaking of readings, and her pleasures, her treasures, her “where sure” placed traces, other than here, that would hold gold, told in vast hold of time…. the strangle dangled in the hot stream of dream, then, gurgling, vanished…. Gray, gone, ghosts, but dust of mama’s dreams filled Konrad…little stories of where he could go that he once thought as fantasy were now in true- come-fact and not at all fallacy and he wondered… did she really roam, did she? or were homes in his whereabouts of now here, in the side-show of Mayan times, someplace she had combed, looking, tombs of times where Dana now roamed, something that his mother touched…. ================================= I am smiling at the intend of this... the "what once was...will be again" ... you know what I am saying? Yes...YOU KNOW   lol@ Linda's reply..yes..the moth is chanting too |
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vandana
since 1999-10-22
Posts 10463USA |
enjoyed |
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