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Konrad's Find
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Konrad's Find |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart 
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Konrad’s Find People were starting to fill the room known as Tiffany, so I sat at a table aboard this luxury liner, my one way ticket backwards to tomorrow sitting safely in a pocket she used to reach into… and there it was. A smallish journal, maroon cover, some four by six inches, closed, but inviting, in some quiet way… there, on the bench I decided to occupy… someone had gotten up too fast… perhaps he, or she thought it had been placed in a pocket, or bag, or catch-all but there it sat. Begging, of course, pick me up, read me, and know… so at first, because it seemed to tingle beneath my fingers, I wouldn’t open it. But, after a few minutes of no return, I picked it up, my fingers sensing a fullness, then sniffed at it, as slight smells of femininity came forth, so I glanced within, my face possibly displaying a wry look, maybe, but I determined, yes, this was very female, this penmanship. The kind one doesn’t see much, anymore. Curves where curves should be, accents of line in dip and rise, emotions glowing in large and small growths of excitement, or exhaustion. One could almost tell this day from another, almost the time of light, by this cursive, so I only looked at the lines, first, not the content or meaning, just the context of drawing it all out, some semblance of “I was here”, but I wondered, where was she, now? Initials of J and M and C and I came through as pages were flipped over in movie-style time, as if she were needle-pointing companions into a weave of memory… or was it more of a tapestry of thought where glimpses became colorful again. Almost as if this piece of feminine had reached an age where Alzheimer’s was not just a word but a condition she understood and is hedging against, in notes. So I read it, to find a name of ownership, this private little keep my memories book, snippets of days slipping by in delightful journey, then suddenly some philosophical notes crept in, somewhere around Norman, Oklahoma, it said, where the crescent moon began to show at sunset. Horizon a level shelf, waiting for show of presentation, along stretches of theatrical, as curtains were pulled against God, and man no where to be seen. No wires, no lights, nothing to mar His creations. No contrails no clouds, the sun setting in prismatic hues, and I am falling into tomorrow. A thumbnail crescent sliver lifted me again, to view the stars, showcasing Venus voluptuously…and ribbons play about my feet. I didn’t know I had held my breath, as this unseen person flew over my head into a world of her own. The pages seemed to beckon curl me to over when I heard clipping heels, as a woman in tall, dressed for Captain’s supper, in elder face, but a study of young at heart excused herself in alto tone, saying, “you have my journal”. She smiled, wide and brilliant to my tired eyes, and I knew it was hers. I knew it by her hands, how they reached for their own, then how her fingers curled in keep. “Thank you,” she smiled, “for holding it for me.” Holding it. Something sparked, her eyes glistened, almost tearing, so full of a moment she seemed, as if to say, “do I know you?” but stood, tall, not asking, then she turned, and hushed away. It was then I realized, this was the one who had beckoned me to return… knowing Dana must be out there, somewhere. If she could believe, then why couldn’t I? Karilea - if I whisper, will you listen? [This message has been edited by Sunshine (02-20-2004 08:36 AM).] |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Oh yes....OH YES!! Somehow it was almost as though, I was holding my breath, expecting the line...'Is it you?'  Brava! I looooove this lady! And...you knew I would. So pleased I popped in here tonight. Well done m'friend...well done indeed. Hugs~ ~ Whatever our souls are made of, |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
Wow, Karilea. This was such a good story! I thought that: "Curves where curves should be, accents of line in dip and rise, emotions glowing in large and small growths of excitement, or exhaustion." was just exceptionally wonderful writing, giving the journal its own femine life! |
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Grover Senior Member
since 2004-01-27
Posts 1967London, ON, Canada |
Intriguing... an excellent poem. I really enjoyed this-- almost like flash fiction! Grover. |
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Death Member
since 2001-05-26
Posts 112Twilight |
Konrad finds momentarily sensing more than can be brought to words instants change all perspectives and your poor/dear Konrad has entered Hats off Kj |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
the crescent moon began to show at sunset. Horizon a level shelf, waiting for show of presentation, along stretches of theatrical, as curtains were pulled against God, and man no where to be seen. No wires, no lights, nothing to mar His creations. No contrails no clouds, the sun setting in prismatic hues, and I am falling into tomorrow. A thumbnail crescent sliver lifted me again, to view the stars, showcasing Venus voluptuously…and ribbons play about my feet. I didn’t know I had held my breath, as this unseen person flew over my head into a world of her own. The pages seemed to beckon curl me to over ====================================== and when this series is a book ... we too will feel the tingles from the cover and the beckon of curling pages. (dont make the moth wait too long.) *L* Well I cant say what I might believe ... |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
Im stunned by this write Kari! I am so glad that the saga continues. |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
nodding.. so it begins in earnest.. |
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vandana
since 1999-10-22
Posts 10463USA |
enjoyed  |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
Karilea....The imagery...wow...exquisite. I could see her handwriting, her hand as she took the journal from you. I couldn't pick a favourite line Bella. it's a keeper. yer beautiful. M xx Beauty of the world which is soon to perish has two edges, one of laughter and one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder. |
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Death Member
since 2001-05-26
Posts 112Twilight |
just as much fun the next time round I'll take a six pack please |
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