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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart 
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DreamStates Jake’s biggest problem with Konrad Was his persistent Away time. He could be right in front of you But not there, somewhere else. Jake never did comprehend That sometimes, elsewhere was better Than the arguing, the slapping, Their mother’s crying, The fearful looks on the face of baby Dillon, The pretense of the younger Iambe To shrug off her surroundings. Jake was always there in the moment Needing his brother’s ire to match his. It was never there. It bought Konrad a bloody nose or two And Jake’s spite. Konrad had realized his escape mechanism A long time ago, and never knew why It was this way, he had tried Several times To turn it off. It was not to be. Of course the other reason Jake’s contempt always surfaced, was Konrad’s given name. Probably the only thing that saved him Was that Konrad looked more like Their mother Than him. ~*~ Konrad’s thoughts were back there in Iambe’s kitchen, while under his feet was the dust gone to green in soft plush tropical grasses of Tabasco. Fertile was the feel coming up through Konrad’s ankles, Growth was making him feel both Huge, and insignificant, with every breath he took, Scents and sounds Surrounding him, the jungle shaping His mood. Dana had written of the magnificence of this Zone, the facts, basic and simple, But she had missed out on the telling of the lush, Lusty feel and now, now he could understand Why the Mayans would draw her so. Perhaps she had not briefed him So that his senses would not be overplayed With expectation… Hard to tell, with Dana. She had mentioned something else, too, About calendars, how the Mayans had not looked Lineally at time, but circularly, Within within… She had noted at that moment of the writing Of that note, she could not describe it Any other way. But as Konrad looked around, the pinkening Hue of dawn’s light crept in as silently as a boa, As hummingbirds Began to engorge themselves on the Flora’s spicy nectars, And he understood. It all goes around. Konrad’s thoughts flitted, back to Iambe’s kitchen, Back to Dillon, and Jake… In another realm, they would have Loved him. [This message has been edited by Sunshine (02-22-2003 08:25 AM).] |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Sunshine Great, loved the read.  |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
YES!! I am loving these Karilea... May we have more please? ~Hugs & Smiles, Nancy~ ~ Trace my body with your words.. |
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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium |
very nice... regards, sudhir |
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Nightshade 
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
Karilea....I want more too please. I didn't want this to end...just wanted to sit here in my flannel jammies all day and read with hot tea and butter tarts. hugs, Chris  "Hope" is the thing with feathers- |
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Duncan Member Ascendant
since 2001-08-07
Posts 5455 |
'Fertile was the feel coming up through Konrad’s ankles, Growth was making him feel both Huge, and insignificant, with every breath he took, Scents and sounds Surrounding him, the jungle shaping His mood.' . 'Perhaps she had not briefed him So that his senses would not be overplayed With expectation…' . 'And he understood. It all goes around. Konrad’s thoughts flitted, back to Iambe’s kitchen, Back to Dillon, and Jake… In another realm, they would have Loved him.' So many verses and images that I liked in this one Kari. About the last line...I've been thinking about that. (Blame cabin fever, I don't know...  ) Konrad adds a depth to this group, by his very difference in nature. It's not always an easy adjustment for me to make (as the writer of another character) and so understanding his familial distance, follows. Got me thinking again, I really wish you'd stop that!!! |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Konrad’s thoughts were back there in Iambe’s kitchen, while under his feet was the dust gone to green in soft plush tropical grasses of Tabasco. Fertile was the feel coming up through Konrad’s ankles, Growth was making him feel both Huge, and insignificant, with every breath he took, Scents and sounds Surrounding him, the jungle shaping His mood =============================== But as Konrad looked around, the pinkening Hue of dawn’s light crept in as silently as a boa, As hummingbirds Began to engorge themselves on the Flora’s spicy nectars, And he understood. It all goes around. Konrad’s thoughts flitted, back to Iambe’s kitchen, Back to Dillon, and Jake… In another realm, they would have Loved him. ================================== "mama ... dont let your babies grow up to be cowboys"  loving the imagery of places I'll never see but in my mind..loving the depth of the characters that I feel in my heart. Carry on poetess Sun...carry on Konnieboy oouuu eeee oouu ah ah ting tang walla walla bing bang ... |
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Sunkissed Senior Member
since 2002-12-03
Posts 610 |
There's nothing like Sunshine and Prose. Hmm... nice title for a poem!  Sunkissed |
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poohbear19 Member
since 2003-02-02
Posts 94Colorado, USA |
good write. andrea |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
"mama ... dont let your babies grow up to be cowboys" JM touched on something here...but there is more underneath and a sadness that regardless of whether 'cowboys" or lawyers... one lives in another realm always than the one they would have...if they were honest with themselves and those around... |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Enjoyed...James |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
Oh it gets betterer and betterer  M xx The clouds never expect it when it rains, but the sea, changes colours, but the sea, does not change. |
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Artic Wind Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 8080Realm of Supernatural |
I love dreams ARCTIC WIND |
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