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“On core” [, please, “On Family”]
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“On core” [, please, “On Family”] |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart 
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“On core” [, please, “On Family”] – Thank you, Simply Gold ~*~ On Core Rudiments, strung finer than a spider’s spindly web, where dreams hang like crystalline memories, caught…where slight thoughts slide via some sensory connection, level six… and deposits a seed onto a moment of touch, memory, and love combine to that core, and faith is blown on…. ~*~ Photos never before seen, albeit treasured in heart when some magic box snapped soul ~ how many fingers traced a smile, or height, or that he wore that hat, this tie, or his ring or safely embraced a loved one from fear  Strange, this piece of “us”, that deep love, for he must be thinking, “it’s ok, it’s ok…, little one, Daddy is here…” but before me and our time, he stood this tall…  and before that day, he sat, this short… playful, footsore, finding ways to cool off, to be content, a tow-head in an autumn light…  Were he here, he would tell me that pup’s name, reminding himself of something else, a far away gaze gaining speed, but it would be when his fingers, grasping mine, my own being fingered, from nail to knuckle, back again, then mine, his; we did that, the finger game, sliding our sense of touch up one digit and down again, from one to another, feeling ribbed print, cascading over bruises, almost as if we could tell where we had been, on top of houses, nailing on shingles, sitting at desks, biting tips of pens in deep thought and anguished need; pain would come to my knees – he had knelt too long that day; he would begin massaging my legs, for I had run too hard. Were we one? Or just close extension of love, kneading our souls into senses as if he left his scent upon my fingertips when after a long day, even tomorrow, I might rub my hands and bring them to my face, nodding yes, you smelled this way… Scent… a terribly wonderful short way to memories, when we stretch to hold on when reaching for one’s core. © Karilea Rilling Jungel July 28, 2005 |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
oh.... ohhhh.... shivers went straight through me as I glanced at my own fathers photo of when he was young.. and remembered...thank you.. He is smiling, at his little girl this I am sure.....as I also am smiling at you momma K... your best yet... and will hold a very special place not only in my library, but also my heart.... I refuse to make plans past this moment in time.... |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
This is fantastic.....Bravo! A beautiful piece, clear to its core... I had a hard day, but this poem has softened it..Thank You ------------ice/ford ><> |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
Dear Sun, I to believe you have found that place...somewhat similar to my own... Treasures, aren't they? |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Sissie "a terribly wonderful short way to memories, when we stretch to hold on when reaching for one’s core." Yes indeed!!  |
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SmartChick Member Rara Avis
since 2001-09-23
Posts 7081On A Journey To The Unknown |
Awwww, thank you for sharing this, Karilea. Tis, such prcious memories you have. |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
but it would be when his fingers, grasping mine, my own being fingered, from nail to knuckle, back again, then mine, his; we did that, the finger game, sliding our sense of touch up one digit and down again, from one to another, feeling ribbed print, ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ there will be many more of these stirring oncores from the core of your heart...this muse has only just begun to inspire.  |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
"Were we one? Or just close extension of love, kneading our souls into senses as if he left his scent upon my fingertips" oh my, this is a write straight from the heart |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
Written from your heart... residing in mine. *S* This is so beautiful!! *S* |
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Patricia Member Elite
since 2003-04-06
Posts 2160Missouri |
So beautiful, Karilea. Tracing memories and filling in the blanks. I am glad these photos found their way back to you. Patricia |
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garysgirl 
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
Karilea, thank you so very much for sharing this precious piece of your heart with mine. This was so touching it made me feel the moisture in my eye......but it's a tear of joy, dear lady. It made me just think of the song, "Precious Memories"......."how they linger...." and it made me think that my own Daddy is getting way up in years. I hate to think of when I will lose him and my Mama. I am so glad I have so many of my own "precious memories" shared with them both..... Thank you, again, Karilea for sharing your heart with us. Hugs, Ethel |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
he did indeed leave his scent upon your fingers...a scent of your own, which you fast forward unto yours....and my oh my, if he were here, he'd be sheding tears of joy and utter amazement, at the sound of your words... as I am now, thank you very much! Good Morning Sunshine...Happy Monday  And thank you for a pot of gold this morn |
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miscellanea Member Elite
since 2004-06-24
Posts 4060OH |
"his fingers, grasping mine, my own being fingered, from nail to knuckle, back again, then mine, his;" And then... it becomes even more lovely! You are so in touch with your foundation. Your ability to perceive, express, and show appreciation for the smallest detail amazes me more and more! I'm sure he'd be proud of you. miscee |
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Greeneyes
since 2000-09-09
Posts 9903In Your Poetic Mind |
you... move me with your words of adoration and love .... hugsss you In your light I learn how to love |
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Corinne Member Ascendant
since 1999-10-28
Posts 5167state of confusion |
What a wonder this is, Karilea! Loved this! Hope all is well with you! Corinne |
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Ratleader
since 2003-01-23
Posts 7026Visiting Earth on a Guest Pass |
That guy's got Kansas written all over him....mighty pretty daughter though -- she must take after her mother..... ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸ ¸¸ºº> ~~~(¸¸ER¸¸ºº> |
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Larry C
since 2001-09-10
Posts 10286United States |
"but it would be when his fingers, grasping mine, my own being fingered, from nail to knuckle, back again, then mine, his; we did that, the finger game, sliding our sense of touch up one digit and down again, from one to another, feeling ribbed print, cascading over bruises, almost as if we could tell where we had been" It is the core, isn't it. A place of anchor to which it delightful to return even when your memory blurs into mine.  If tears could build a stairway and memories a lane, I'd walk right up to heaven and bring you home again. |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Thank you, everyone. I've been sharing this poem and long-ago and unseen photos with family. Your comments? Add substance. Bless you. |
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