Raw Earth Ink
spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
Braided Threads
First,
cold, blinded, aimless
the cold of distant loneliness
blinded by the mundane
aimless wandering
with no real reason
insignificant
of little worth or value
Then,
a blue light glimmers
gleams in the distance
stood transfixed
watering eyes produce frozen tears
hand lifted, reaching, stretching
could this be?
breath held
And again,
hope wiggles in
wedges itself
a sigh, a whisper, a skipped beat
a sigh of wishful thoughts
a whisper of a name, entwined
remembering something
heart skips a beat, once, twice
Now,
something fuzzy, a moment
a movement stirs
from the corner of my eye
memories, wants, desires
anticipation ascending
patience held tight
weaving tighter all the loose threads
I hope
I wait
I dream
I love
tara caribou | ©2021
20 Comments on “Braided Threads”
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Raw Earth Ink 
❤
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Sublime poetry as usual from your quill and a great picture too 💙💙💙
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Thanks for your kindness, DA.
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You are most deservedly welcome
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Love and Hope, yes, braided like the double helix of Life
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Indeed!
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I had a hunch you’d like that. 🙂
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
Darkness, Light, Hope, and Love at Raw Earth Ink
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Very beautiful.
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Thank you! 😊
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hope wiggles in
wedges itself
So beautiful, this and throughout!
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Thank you so much ☺️
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Love the poem Tara! The lacing of “First” “Then” “And again” “Now” were a super nice touch 🙂
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Thanks so much OD. It felt special when I wrote it.
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I like how you structured this piece. Reads easy, even those who aren’t poetry’s biggest fans.
It’s a great description of being hurt by love and vowing never to do it again and then…. of course, doing it again. But this piece also portrays the lost (and then found) hope that we struggle with on a daily basis.
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Thank you Goldie! I’m glad you were able to dig out some truth within.
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lovely, Tara
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Thanks so much Joe.
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you’re welcome!
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