A Simple Matter of Ascension

Posted on September 21, 2020 by tara caribou

Releasing yourself to the stars, you feel elated, vibrant, at peace. For once, finally at peace. Problem is, in doing so, you condemned her to walk through the mud alone. You held one wing while she held the other.

Her hands reach skyward, a silent prayer on her lips. You fly in ethereal bliss, unaffected. The star reflected in her shining eyes flickers and dims but you’re too far away to see that. All that matters now is ascension as her cold hand falls to her side.

Patience, they say, is a virtue and one you never much cared for anyway.

Category: PoetryTags: Free Verse, Indie Author, Loneliness, Memories, Poem, Poetry, Relationship, Romance, Stars, Writing

19 Comments on “A Simple Matter of Ascension”

mike ennenbach
September 21, 2020

wonderfully sad

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- tara caribou
  September 21, 2020
  
  Thanks Mike.
  
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River Dixon
September 21, 2020

Patience has lost itself when it comes to me. It becomes a crutch sometimes.

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- tara caribou
  September 21, 2020
  
  I can totally understand that part.
  
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d.a.simpsonwriter
September 21, 2020

Fabulously evoked ❤

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- tara caribou
  September 21, 2020
  
  Thank you! ☺️
  
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  - d.a.simpsonwriter
    September 23, 2020
    
    It’s a pleasure
    
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chrisnelson61
September 21, 2020

Ok. So I’ve read this a few times and keep seeing something different: a piece, perhaps, about death and the feeling of being left; or of letting someone go to realise their dreams; or maybe one part of a relationship striking out and abandoning the orher.
Great writing, Tara.

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- tara caribou
  September 21, 2020
  
  Thanks for reading, Chris. Indeed you nailed it with one of those (at least the perspective I was writing from). I sure appreciate you taking the time to mull over these thoughts.
  
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  - chrisnelson61
    September 21, 2020
    
    ☺
    
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Cassa Bassa
September 21, 2020

Patience sometimes wear us down in a way of stream polishing the pebbles, not all turn out in good shapes. Love to you Tara.

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- tara caribou
  September 21, 2020
  
  That’s for sure!! 💕
  
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Spirit
September 23, 2020

Always beautifully spoken as I remembered 🖤

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- tara caribou
  September 23, 2020
  
  Thank you so much 💕
  
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Andrea Stephenson
September 23, 2020

So sad but beautifully evocative Tara.

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- tara caribou
  September 23, 2020
  
  Thanks for reading Andrea 💕
  
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bejamin4
September 24, 2020

I like the stark contrast from the elation: “you condemned her to walk through the mud alone.” Nice post!

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- tara caribou
  September 24, 2020
  
  Thanks Benjamin!
  
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  - bejamin4
    September 25, 2020
    
    Welcome!
    
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