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 […]

Knowing Me (astral alignment)

Knowing me, as I do This won’t happen There’s no special alignment Of stars or planets for me For I am Worthless, apparently Not worth a little time or energy Always I try To make the right decisions But they always seem to be Poor in the end I’m haunted By sin and regret Just […]

Limited Time Kindle Sale

For the next few days, The Poets Symphony, a collection of musically inspired poetry and art will be on sale for $0.99 on Kindle. (Click the image to go to Amazon.) If you happen to pick up a copy, let me know! Light and love, friends. tara caribou **US sale – $0.99 until the 5th […]

Atrophy

tender and rare blue flower the forget-me-not is fading no longer vibrant and bold no longer delicate and precious the vase sits a water-ring along its lip just one in amongst the others your hand lifts them out tosses them away no second glance replaced by an energetic lily instead her perfume is heady delicate […]

words/ REBLOG

i need words so old they are new the ones i have are abused and confused and quite often misused i need a word in the language of rain sunlight green in the grey pouring though to the ground and that sound pounding, pummeling wet the pavement in spring a secret told by the wind […]

Seven Purple Crocuses

crystals coat my eyelashes and my puffed breath swirls before my face the mist runs its fingers through the low-lying trees the quiet whisper of dried and yellowed grass in the slightest breeze the grasp of winter’s white blanket still wrapped around their ankles somehow or other I catch the glimmer of the sun’s rays […]

Time To Remember

sitting in a grungy diner having a bit of gossip with a friend the bells on the door jingle a dark stranger walks through the door wearing all black and a trimmed goatee and carefully styled hair he looks right at me I barely pay him any mind but keep up my mundane talk the […]