Raw Earth Ink
spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
First Born
thoughts, like ribbons, wend and weave
behind my watery eyes,
beneath my skin
occasionally, while sleeping,
one lifts a fingernail and drops
unceremoniously to glass-covered parchment
just a slip of a thing, really
upon waking, I may give it a name
then send it out into a disinterested world
from there,
it becomes altogether, perhaps,
something new
merely a breath
a drop of red blood from my veins
tara caribou | ©2020
10 Comments on “First Born”
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Superb! Interesting to read from the first word to the last!
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Thank you Benjamin! I sure appreciate you dropping by.
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You’re welcome. You always have something strong to show here.
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Amazing imagery here!
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Thank you Violette 💕
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Superbly evoked
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Thanks !! 😌
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You are most welcome
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So amazing beautiful!
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Thanks so much. I’m glad you liked this.
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