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Sunshine

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since 1999-06-25

Posts 63354
Listening to every heart

0 posted 2003-04-11 08:38 PM

The Journey, Part III

Ginger’s Challenge
20. If I Could Write A Column

“Not everyone wears gold…but are silver
in nature, quick and mercurial,
and needing treasures of their own…”

A family sojourn, planned for June, just after school let out,
just before “the wedding,” just before fledglings fled
the nesting grounds,
and the southern route to South Dakota saw the trek
of family winding away from salt, surf, fog,
to hills and valleys, sights unknown,
but the carpenter felt again a pull of home,
as mother sighed for her brood was
captive unto her,
and the magic, held.

Too soon the plains of South Dakota bore again feet
of its own, and all things were familiar if
only from stories, aunts and uncles never met
warmly hugged, greeted, patted and held,
a full gaggle growing larger, larger,
the clucking and chucking of love of blood
bonding tighter, stronger…redder…

on the porch late that evening, the carpenter man
sat with the daughter/engaged woman, as sky-fire
danced across the hills of Lead,
and they, being so high
that the thunderheads skipped across their horizon
directly before their amazed eyes,
a showcase of fireworks
just for them,

as the carpenter’s roughhewn, bruised in nail
and scarred hand reached for that
of his woman/child, a last hold,
each to each, in touch with wonder,
and she thought “this, is how he will always feel,”
and he thought, “this, is what I will be giving up,”

as full throats of unspoken words hung
in burning trust of silence,

as the daughter held before her, the whole world,
in her hands, before her eyes, vowing,

~ forever memories ~

knowing tomorrow, he would show her for the first time,
where he had once trod, how to miss the burrs,
allow her the freedom of the horse-spirit,
and she would learn why
he had never wanted to leave

~*~

and this is why there is

a sketch of time beneath my hand
which may unfold

in Ginger’s column.

~*~

Larry Chadwick’s Challenge: /pip/Forum7/HTML/000552.html
The hat is still waiting for you to reach in.

Kethry
Member Rara Avis

since 2000-07-29

Posts 9082
Victoria Australia

1 posted 2003-04-11 08:41 PM

Kari,
if you wrote a column like this, I would never want to stop reading.
Keth

Here in the midst of my lonely abyss, a single joy I find...your presence in my mind. Unknown

Dark Angel
Member Patricius

since 1999-08-04

Posts 10095

2 posted 2003-04-11 09:25 PM

Jeez Karilea.... I'm now waiting for #4.

Absolutely fantabulous!

another one to add to my collection

Maree.

Midnitesun

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since 2001-05-18

Posts 28647
Gaia

3 posted 2003-04-11 10:06 PM

knowing tomorrow, he would show her for the first time,
where he had once trod, how to miss the burrs,
allow her the freedom of the horse-spirit,
and she would learn why
he had never wanted to leave
******************************
I'm keeping all of these in my library.

brian sites
Senior Member

since 2002-06-25

Posts 1475
usa

4 posted 2003-04-12 02:40 AM

yeah....
I must say
these
build
starting off on the ground

then taking off

very moving Karilea

I LOVE these

kaile

Member Ascendant

since 2000-02-06

Posts 5146
singapore

5 posted 2003-04-12 12:59 PM

and she thought “this, is how he will always feel,”
and he thought, “this, is what I will be giving up,”

as full throats of unspoken words hung
in burning trust of silence,

so touching and endearing...i love these moments...

a favourite line from Harry Potter #1 for me is "Harry couldn't speak but Hagrid understood"...the lines above are that classy too...

Larry C

Member Patricius

since 2001-09-10

Posts 10286
United States

6 posted 2003-04-12 06:20 PM

Karilea,
==================================
as full throats of unspoken words hung
in burning trust of silence,

as the daughter held before her, the whole world,
in her hands, before her eyes, vowing,

~ forever memories ~
==================================

That you would share in Ginger's column a moment I will only ever dream of but yet experience through your writing means more than you will ever truly know. Thank you sweet friend.

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

rcl 4eva
Junior Member

since 2003-04-12

Posts 19

7 posted 2003-04-12 06:22 PM

You shud go ahed a write a novel, I'd buy it

Janet Marie
Member Laureate

since 2000-01-22

Posts 18554

8 posted 2003-04-21 04:15 PM

on the porch late that evening, the carpenter man
sat with the daughter/engaged woman, as sky-fire
danced across the hills of Lead,
and they, being so high
that the thunderheads skipped across their horizon
directly before their amazed eyes,
a showcase of fireworks
just for them,

as the carpenter’s roughhewn, bruised in nail
and scarred hand reached for that
of his woman/child, a last hold,
each to each, in touch with wonder,
and she thought “this, is how he will always feel,”
and he thought, “this, is what I will be giving up,”

as full throats of unspoken words hung
in burning trust of silence,
=================================

Im so grateful thy pen doenst leave inspiration as this unspoken...
now on the journey I continue....

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