Konrad’s Cozumel [Dana Returns]

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Sunshine

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0 posted 2003-09-10 08:16 PM

He had always listened to Dana talk,
if nothing more than to enjoy her
modulated voice, as she
simply, wondrously, talked of her interests
and joys in the mystical, knowing she believed
in things not explained into the clear
by science, even though
she, an archeologist, could, should
might know better.

That was her spell, just as much
as she felt like smooth, warm chocolate,
which emanated from her eyes, and hair,
and the latte of her skin, from the sun.

But it was in roaming around
this island that he found himself
understanding her, even more,
of her excitement over the
feel of the sand, sounds of the waves, taste
of the air.

His stretch of flat had been nearly colorless,
sand and dirt, some green seasonally, blue, of course,
wide, open, blue, and white in the winter,
so he felt somewhat at home,
surrounded by blues and whites, right now, on an island
that seemed to whisper of swallows and humidity,
and unseen souls.

Now and then, Konrad looked over his shoulder,
expecting Leoncio, but never seeing anyone that
resembled himself, other than the turistas who came,
by the boatload,
to escape sedentary years, taking away with them in a few
short days, what?  Golden moments?  Recaptured youth?
Revitalized love?

A reason to come again?

Iambe’s voice came to him as he rounded the island for
an eighth time, he needed to be worthy, and he heard it again
as he told the local divers he could gather gear, clean up
after the turistas, be of general help, no, he didn’t know how
to dive, except in sand, but the one Mayan saw, something,
and hired him on, as long as he would stay.

Good enough.

Jake’s voice told him he would screw up, but Dillon’s eyes
burned his mind clean
of his honest nature, willing hands
and he didn’t let the man down.

He almost started to enjoy awestruck turistas,
chattering when suiting up, then
silent from God’s grace underwater, of vivid life
below, golds and greens, blues and turquoise, yellows and
reds, all shimmering gems that could not
be bought.

Sometimes Konrad wondered where
his imagination took him.  He hadn’t been underwater,
not even to snorkel, yet knew, felt, the colors
of the gem torn away from Meheeco…

felt blessed by some sense of abundant force,
knowing if he kept still for another moment,
then borrowing one more,

Dana would return.

Fifteen days out, he felt her.  Looking around at
tanned, non-tanned, pinking bodies mingling,
he started to think maybe, it was just a smell
he had sensed.  He turned to his work, and felt his spine
tingle.

He looked again.

She smiled, a being of deep liquid latte in coloring, warming
his heart first, then melting his mind as he stood, knees
coming weak, for it had been too long, as she eased into his
hold, while he breathed her in.

Dana.

“Shhh.  There’s a cenote that bears our name, and it’s waiting.”

[This message has been edited by Sunshine (09-11-2003 11:00 AM).]

QjQ
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1 posted 2003-09-10 08:35 PM

enjoyed the read,,,

Susan Caldwell
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2 posted 2003-09-10 08:45 PM

Captivating!

More....more!!!

Susan

Nightshade

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since 2001-08-31

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just out of reach

3 posted 2003-09-10 09:12 PM

Yes, yes...more please!! hugs, Chris

"Hope" is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul ~
Emily Dickinson

Janet Marie
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4 posted 2003-09-10 11:56 PM

But it was in roaming around
this island that he found himself
understanding her, even more,
of her excitement over the
feel of the sand, sounds of the waves, taste
of the air.

His stretch of flat had been nearly colorless,
sand and dirt, some green seasonally, blue, of course,
wide, open, blue, and white in the winter,
so he felt somewhat at home,
surrounded by blues and whites, right now, on an island
that seemed to whisper of swallows and humidity,
and unseen souls.
==================================

He almost started to enjoy awestruck touristas,
chattering when suiting up, then
silent from God’s grace underwater, of vivid life
below, golds and greens, blues and turquoise, yellows and
reds, all shimmering gems that could not
be bought.
=====================
Fifteen days out, he felt her.  Looking around at
tanned, non-tanned, pinking bodies mingling,
he started to think maybe, it was just a smell
he had sensed.  He turned to his work, and felt his spine
tingle.

He looked again.

She smiled, a being of deep liquid latte in coloring, warming
his heart first, then melting his mind as he stood, knees
coming weak, for it had been too long, as she eased into his
hold, while he breathed her in.
=============================

as i read this I shake me mothy head and wonder-- if you can write it like this, having never been there...I eagerly await what it all will inspire once going there.
The imagery alone in this is worthy of several reads...add the intensity and anticipation of them and Im moth giddy...

Ill even forgive ya for giving MY JAKE such a bad rap.

"When your own emptiness is all thats gettin thru
there comes a point when youre not sure why youre still talking
I passed that point long ago"

[This message has been edited by Sunshine (09-11-2003 06:31 AM).]

angelblueyes
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since 2003-07-19

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5 posted 2003-09-11 12:00 PM

Stunningly written and I want more.hehehehhehe

Crystal

littlewing
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6 posted 2003-09-11 12:02 PM

Karilea . . .

please please publish these . . .
a never ending story
God, is like what?
I get a chapter every month?
*smile*
you write beautifully
xxoo

Dark Angel
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since 1999-08-04

Posts 10095

7 posted 2003-09-11 06:47 AM

Jeez Karilea, I love it when you do this... and I am with Littlewing, publish!

God I can't begin to tell you how much I love this and the first one.

keeping it too

Maree

fate is not just
whose cooking smells good
but which way the wind blows

(Ani DiFranco)

Cpat Hair

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since 2001-06-05

Posts 11793

8 posted 2003-09-11 08:48 AM

Bravo!

Your muse indeed has at last joined these two! Well told, good imagery, and still an underlying feeling of mysticism...
you have outdone even your other excellent tellings...

now what?

Duncan
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since 2001-08-07

Posts 5455

9 posted 2003-09-21 05:09 PM

"He looked again.

She smiled, a being of deep liquid latte in coloring, warming
his heart first, then melting his mind as he stood, knees
coming weak, for it had been too long, as she eased into his
hold, while he breathed her in.

Dana."

At last! And well worth the wait. I'd have to agree with JM. As vividly as these stories have been told until now, certainly they will reveal even more once you have actually walked the land. Excellent writing here Kari.

Sunshine

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Listening to every heart

10 posted 2003-09-22 11:44 AM

So glad you finally got to these, Dunc...now I'll have to get on with the telling of what happens...

soon.

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