tara caribou
poetry & short story author – artist & nature lover
Category: Writing
Exaltation No. 1
wrapping the stars around my shouldersI hear you call my nameweeping, I turn awayfor even the mere thought ofyour countenance gazing at meI am weak, I am small your beauty, more than I can beholdyou snatched my breath awayI’m in a vacuumorbiting around youmy… Continue Reading “Exaltation No. 1”
Run and Hide
run, little girl, run run swiftly as fast as your feet can take you hide yourself away in a thicket, in the woods climb a tree, build a nest high, so high up or in the field, ‘neath the tall, tall grassburrow as a… Continue Reading “Run and Hide”
Silence Brings Calm
Keep your mouth shut, little bitch. Ain’t nothing you got to say that means nothing important. Get on your knees and scrub the floors clean, clean, ever clean. Every crack and crevice, nook and cranny need special attention. Your sharp eye and a toothbrush… Continue Reading “Silence Brings Calm”
Fair Weather Friend
You know the oneAlways there when the sun shinesor when you find five bucks on the sidewalk The first time you mentionthe creeping sadness in your heart >>POOF<<Magic disappearing actGone How are you? they askI’m feeling a bit depressed, you reply. . . Crickets… Continue Reading “Fair Weather Friend”
Natural History
Your love, a delicate seed.My words, to water and flow.Our passion, the heat of the sun.A kiss, now watch it grow. tara caribou | ©️2023
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… Continue Reading “Heard in a Seashell One Evening”
Fingers Outstretched
I don’t know butthere’s far more to be saidto be feltto be heardto be heldto be lived far above and beyondanything we could imagine perhaps the answeris simply: reach tara caribou | ©️2023 photo by me
Rescue
she doesn’t need you to rescue herbut she says she’s a poetand she says she’s been hurt beforeshe says she wonders if she can love again she doesn’t need savingbut she’s desperatein her commentsin her private messagesshe uses your words as her museshe says… Continue Reading “Rescue”
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