The longer I looked the more I saw
Bits of grey dotted with green
Green pushed to pink
Pink with yellow centers
Beetles skittering, flies bumbling
Pollen transfers
Little bits of dirt settling here, there
A seed dropped, fell to its side
Mouse whiskers then a sleek body
Tiptoeing a paw flips a leaf over
Brushing past a ripe mushroom
Spores release
Float and dance across the still air
Then a breath, a breeze whispers
Dispersal, new life awaiting
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The true definition of the poet sees the beauty in something so simple you had taken it for granted.
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Wow, thank you for that incredible compliment. I think we could all stand to slow down and look at the world around us a little more often.
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My pleasure. I agree with you in totality; the moment is so beautiful we often don’t appreciate it until it’s gone. It’s nice just to take stock every now and then.
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Yes!
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Lovely!
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Oh, wonderful!
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This is very nice. You really captured one of the things I like best about being out in the natural world- there is so much going on around us that doesn’t include or need us. It’s a good time to lose our bloated ego.
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Yes. YES! I absolutely agree.
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Wonderfully magical details throughout – love these vivid snapshots of nature, Tara! 😀
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Thanks Tom. It truly is magical.
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Life overlooked never appeared so beautiful.
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I love watching the details.
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This was sensational writing… I could picture every detail so perfectly in my mind’s eye. Lovely!! 💜
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Thank you Beckie!! I sure appreciate you stopping by ☺️
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A real pleasure! Thank you!
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Reblogged this on Beckie's Mental Mess and commented:
REBLOG: Tara Caribou of “Raw Ink Earth” – A poem that takes you for a visual ride of beauty.
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Poetic and beautiful, and dare i suggest metaphorical?
I like the static and the dance in this piece.
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Thank you Mark! (hehe! It looks like I was reading your latest piece while you were reading mine.) I’m so glad you liked this. It’s a little piece of magic, indeed.
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I like the scale approach to things, either telescoped in or seeing it all from space, a nice perspective.
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Yes! Me too.
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good one….outstanding post….thanks for share
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Thanks!
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Mouse whiskers then a sleek body…
I legitimately laughed from pleasure at that line 🙂 I love it!
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Thanks Nathan! I think it’s a cute image.
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This is beautiful.
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Thanks CG. I appreciate that. It’s the little things, you know?
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Agreed. It’s also interesting how the micro reminds us to chill out about the macro.
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Yes!!
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