tara caribou
poetry & short story author – artist & nature lover
Heard in a Seashell One Evening
Relentless sway
Rise and fall
Wet, wet, dry
Shifting tiny things
Cradling the old
Cold and full of life
Warm and empty
Filled with song and movement
Movement, movement
Rising again
Bringing back new life
A cry! An awakening
Hopeful, peaceful, fierce
Fits of rage, necessary
Glassy calm
Creator
Destroyer
Dying, crying, poison! poison!
How can something so small
Desecrate
Something so beautiful?
tara caribou | ©2020-23
Read this and more in my poetry book, Four.
17 Comments on “Heard in a Seashell One Evening”
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Extremely vivid 🙂 You have a good way with words.
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Thanks OD. I sure appreciate that, especially in the mood I’m currently at.
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I hope everything is okay ❤️
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I’m alright. Just got the springtime blahs… already mourning the passing of winter. Moody as fuck. Sitting at the beach for hours helps. So does watching the wild bunnies that hang out on my property. So it’s not all bad. 😌
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Lol if you want company I’m here my friend. The same way you were there to listen to my ramblings 😹
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Thank you! You’re always so nice to me and I sure do appreciate that ☺️
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🙂 🙂 🙂
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Beautifully evocative imagery with such small snapshots – brilliant work!
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Thank you Tom for all your support.
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Even better on a second re-read – ‘Cradling the old
Cold and full of life
Warm and empty
Filled with song and movement’ – powerful stuff 🙂
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Thank you for giving it a second go, Tom! 😌
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I like how you wove this all into the climax at the end of poison and death! Very nice!
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Thank you! I appreciate that.
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If it is true
what they say
of every dark cloud
that it has within
something silver bright
if that is so, then
must it also be
in every bright cloud
something dark
does also abide?
And pondering that
I find a song playing
in that inner ear
of clouds seen
from both sides
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That’s beautiful, my friend! I really enjoyed your response.
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Thank you. I glad you like it.
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
Tara Caribou listens to a seashell.
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