Face down on the ground
Ass up to the sky
Brilliance above
Resilience and love
Soft and hard below
Lost and jarred we glow
Green blades like towers
Seen maids take showers
A red with black-spotted traveler
In bed with crack-rotted saviour
Spreads her wings and lifts
Sheds his things and commits
Carried away on a breeze
Faeries freeze and turn gray
Predators, prey different down here
Editors censoring playground kid’s ’cheer
But it’s all the same
Brings the white rain.
If only we paid attention…
©️tara caribou & Anthony Gorman – 2018
The world in micro with large-ish emotions carefully crafted by a grumpy Canadian and a free-spirited Alaskan.
I like this a lot, very surreal.
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Hey, I’m glad you like it Stories! Let me know if you want to write together again.
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I thought we were. I’m just slow.
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LOL – yes, we ARE writing something together but I meant a poem or something. No worries…. and no hurry 😉
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Yeah, we should do a poem.
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Very nice. I will need to study this one.
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Reblogged this on hands in the garden and commented:
Yet another Tara collaboration. She makes magic of words. That’s all I have to say about that, for now. 😉
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