tara caribou
poetry & short story author – artist & nature lover
Category: Writing
Returning From Orca Bay
Hey ho! Pull to port, pull to port!Hey ho! We’re on our way home!Hey ho! Turn starboard, turn starboard!Hey ho! Our journey’s soon done! The hold’s filled with fishAnd the jerky’s near goneBrody’s got scurvy andThen we lost poor Ol’ TomTo a wrist wrap’t… Continue Reading “Returning From Orca Bay”
It Is Enough
I am dark shadows and tear-stained cheeks. I am bursting laughter and bruised hips. I am a brooding damp fog and twisted smiles. I am tormented memories and soft silk. I am covered in anguish and measured lines. I am tracing and repeating and… Continue Reading “It Is Enough”
In the Last Light of the Evening
The leaves on the trees have become smudges, merely a backdrop I look right through. I see nothing. I see everything. Everything. You weren’t able to reach beyond the now into tomorrow. You stay in the past and try for today, but never tomorrow.… Continue Reading “In the Last Light of the Evening”
Alone Together
stars cover my eyesblinking, energy flowing within, withoutthe watchers, in their way, mark the passageof memory, I reachhands lifted. eyes followspreading my mind wide, far-flungthese words, reveal cracksfrom above, you see how far they godeep and filling the expanseideas! art! creation! love and hope!intermingled… Continue Reading “Alone Together”
Forty Years
Your name rests upon my lipsGentle and delicateAnd completely at homeBreathing out, you become a whisperBreathing in, you intoxicate meWhispers and heady rushes cascadeAcross my skinI’ve become alive and realSwallowing you, my belly swellsFor you are my manna and sweet honeyI am completely satisfied… Continue Reading “Forty Years”
A Living Canvas
look above, seemercy & graceoverflowingnow, let gobe freein the skinyou were givenyou, who waswonderfully created,layer upon layera canvas, living, holyeach stroke of the brusha lesson, perfectionin the making,and you, waiting,arms stretchedpalms upanointed, set apartknowingdaily struggles become crowns tara caribou | ©2022 dedicated to my… Continue Reading “A Living Canvas”
A Mere Pause
a leaf, red, lifts, stirs my imaginationautumn winds dance, then growing, railbitter and without boundarysomething prickles my cheekthe icy breath of winter waitslooking east, the sun hesitatesI smile, wrap my scarf tightera mere pause before the storm tara caribou | ©2022 all photos by… Continue Reading “A Mere Pause”
Lies I Tell Myself (and Sometimes Others)
It’s okay that you don’t love me. I’m not hurting. It doesn’t bother me that you don’t read what I write. Sliding razor blades across my skin helps me feel (better). Stopping helps me feel (better). I’m happy. I’m getting used to us being… Continue Reading “Lies I Tell Myself (and Sometimes Others)”
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