tara caribou
poetry & short story author – artist & nature lover
Bloom on the Inside
Weeping
My bark, dry
Soaks the tears
A blotter for future days
You’ll never know
Just what you do to me
My response
Powerful
I remain internal
Showing my hand
Was a mistake I won’t repeat
Thirsty
My roots, searching
Stretch out
Spreading and hungry
Always needing more
You don’t know me
The real me
I remain buried
Dark rich soil covering
All my inner parts
Reaching
My limbs, shriveled
Seek light
Growth truncated
Yet I lift
I rise, incremental
On the surface
You see what I let you see
Underneath it all
The whole me
Is mine alone
Tearing me up by my roots
Is the only way
Destroy me
To know me
tara caribou | ©2021
28 Comments on “Bloom on the Inside”
tara caribou 
Strong stuff there – love it.
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Thanks so much.
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the end feels brutal and unexpected … and even then what do we know … i like it.
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Thanks. I’m glad this one reached you.
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Absolutely magnificent poetry!👏👏👏
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Thanks DA. That’s often how I feel about your nature poetry!
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You’re very welcome indeed!
And thank you for your kind words!
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This is simply so beautifully expressed, Tara….I like it very much
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Thank you Navin. I truly do appreciate you taking the time to read (and comment).
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You’re welcome, Tara….Well, if the writer like yourselves is so talented….plus I connect to them….then how could I not read & reflect ✨
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Well, the feeling is quite mutual!
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Thank you for your kindness ✨
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Wonderful heartfelt poetry, Tara!
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Thanks Tom!
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Now that’s poetry, got me asking questions, of myself as well as you…
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Eric! You have no idea how touched I am by your comment. To have reached you, to spark an idea or thought, it’s all I could ask.
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First you get me thinking, now you’ve got me smiling, Tara.
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We crave and fear being completely known, as if that were even possible.
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Ain’t that the truth! It’s a balance. To be known. To not be understood at all.
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Yes, and a song comes to mind: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9ckv6-yhnIY
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
TaraCaribou – To be known, or not
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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You use nature so beautifully to showcase your ideas. It’s as if it’s from another dimension. So poetic.
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Thank you for the kind words.
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love nature metaphors, great verse!
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Many thanks.
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Showing a full mastery of your style here. Your work keeps getting stronger and stronger!
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You’re very kind, thank you.
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