[stylist] Sun Kissed- Changes writing prompt

Sat Jan 14 17:23:14 UTC 2012

I think I would have moved to the Caribbean 'winkie  smile'
Brad


On 1/13/2012  06:37 PM Bridgit Pollpeter said...
>Okay, this is not brand new; in fact, this has been a work in progress
>for five years. It's undergone numerous revisions, and the ending has
>been changed multiple times. Now that I think about it, I suppose this
>then is a perfect piece to post for a prompt about change, smile. We
>shall see what you guys make of it. I get different reactions, and
>interpretations, everytime someone reads this. So enjoy, or don't enjoy,
>whatever tickles your fancy. LOL
>
>Sun Kissed
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>In childhood, my patience never waited for the summer sun. Racing out
>into the amber and emerald fields of the country, I danced in the
>sunlight. It grew into a ritual. The sun always followed me where ever I
>went. Misty sheathes of golden light embracing me.
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>The sun shone down on me, never burning, but illuminating my very body.
>My brunette locks were touched with streaks of glittering hues, a
>constant reminder of the day to come. At night fall, all I had to do was
>touch my golden brown skin, feeling the warmth, knowing the darkness
>would not last.
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>When winter stormed in, I faded, sinking deep into the desolation,
>thirsting for warmth, for light. Coldness crept into my pores, wrapping
>around my bones. It was so dark then. Then he came, and my world
>changed.
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>When the first hint of summer breathed life into the world, I woke
>early, reveling in the bright warmth. Misty rays sifted through my
>window, gently kissing my sleeping face. I was beckoned. Wanting
>privacy, I crept from my bed, eager for my summer ceremony.
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>Expecting an early morning warmth, I stepped out onto the porch. The sky
>was a brilliant, clear blue, and crickets chirp-chirped near by. A bird
>sang its morningsong as I walked barefoot feeling warm, soft sheathes of
>grass beneath my feet. Turning towards the east, I awaited the sun; a
>friend gone for far too long. That I could never leave with them into
>the west was a thought I kept at bay.
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>Watching the brilliant disc make its regal ascent, I moved forward but
>stopped suddenly, unsure of what I saw. Sunlight concentrated around a
>lone figure. Blinking my eyes, a smile spread across my face as I
>realized the picture in front of me.
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>Standing before me, looking towards the heavens, was a man. The light
>was so dazzling, all I could make out was an outline. Then, though the
>light did not stop reflecting around me, I saw clearly. It was a man, a
>stranger, yet some how familiar.
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>A bronze sheen coated his muscled body. His golden hair glittered,
>reflecting all the colors of the sun. Amber, gold, bronze, red-dusky
>hues beaming brilliantly.
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>He          wasn't clothed. His beauty stirred the air; his body a part
>of the summer setting. The deep recesses of my mind told me to be
>ashamed, look away, but I didn't feel these things. I found my cotton
>nightgown billowing around my feet. I stepped into the circle of light
>ready to embark on any journey with this creature. It was natural to be
>bare, allowing the warmth to wrap my body, completely and lovingly.
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>Turning towards me, his amber eyes met mine. Those beautiful amber eyes
>I would never lose sight of. Heat penetrated my soul, and I knew I was
>his forever. For a long moment we stood gazing at each other enveloped
>by the light of the sun.
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>He invited me into his smile, reaching for my hand. My pulse beat in a
>quickened rhythm as our fingers met. Cupping my face with his warm hand,
>I leaned my head into the embrace, kissing his palm. Sparks sizzled
>around us creating a haze softening the landscape. Our lips brushed
>together as a glowing heat radiated from me. Every limb was pulsing with
>life as he held me there in the sunlight.
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>Our eyes locked together as we danced in the sunlight. I laughed full of
>life, never wanting this to end.
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>When he spoke my name, I felt the love of summer. Hope and joy were
>promises given by each word he spoke. I clung to each promise. I gave
>him my heart, and in return, he gave me his. Beating jewels exchanged by
>lovers.
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>We were never apart, sleeping wrapped in each other's embrace every
>night. I woke to his tender kisses as the sun rose in its majesty.
>Basking in the sun was our favorite past time. We reveled in its beauty,
>worshipping its balmy warmth.
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>The wind changed eventually creating a chill in the air. We felt the
>bitterness of winter draw near, and the traces of heat connecting us
>dwindled as he left. He promised to return once the breeze blew warm and
>the days grew longer. Tears stained my cold face as he retreated into
>the west.
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>I knew each summer when the leaves were green and the birdsong was
>strong, he would return to me. This promise warmed my thoughts, my
>heart, as I struggled through the endless months of winter.
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>Summer was blissful, and I never was more content. The years changed me,
>but when he returned to me each summer, age did not exist; there was
>only beauty and grace. And warmth, melting me, molding me. His gaze
>alone pierced my inner being; his touch was an explosion. Pieces of us
>shot through the sky heralding our joy, our love.
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>His love has sustained me through the years. Others trudge through life
>never finding inner solace, but I have a secret. I now wait for my
>beloved one last time.
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>Soon we will never part, for my beloved will take me to his home where I
>will never leave his embrace. The sun will always shine, and we will
>dance in its glory. I will wake each day kissed by the sun, knowing I'm
>home, forever safe and loved. I will be his queen.
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>Life and warmth and love will be ours to share always. Never will
>winter's barrenness wedge between us; never will I feel the bitter arms
>of ice gripping my bones.
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>Time has pushed its grains of salt downward, and I begin to feel my
>heart seize with fear. Barren winds of winter have crept in slowly, and
>still I wait. My skin is grey and cold, and I fear my soul will scatter
>in the whipping gale. To behold my beloved one more time would bring
>back the warm glow, reviving me, sustaining me.  The warmth, the love is
>now barely a memory.
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>Staring out my window, ignoring the grey sky and dirty mounds of snow
>and mocking breezes, I wait with tears frozen in my eyes, but he does
>not return.
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>I will not last, and none will remember me. The days have past into
>years, and I grow weary, no longer  holding onto the promises of summer.
>Each gust tears more and more away. I fear my beloved will have nothing
>to return for. I stretch my arms towards the pale sunlight, but the
>dance escapes me.
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>Whispers seduce my tangled thoughts. For a moment, I believe he has come
>for me. Heat prickles my skin and I gasp, but then a tightening pressure
>cuts my breath off. The prickles quickly reveal their hidden frostiness.
>Encased in ice, I'm hard like the ground. I do not move; I do not speak.
>Hollow, frozen, I weep my beloved's name, trying to remember sun kissed
>memories.
>
>
>Sincerely,
>Bridgit Kuenning-Pollpeter
>Read my blog at:
>  <http://blogs.livewellnebraska.com/author/bpollpeter/>
>http://blogs.livewellnebraska.com/author/bpollpeter/
>
>"History is not what happened; history is what was written down."
>The Expected One- Kathleen McGowan
>
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