tara caribou
poetry & short story author – artist & nature lover
Tag: Abandon
Cracked Obsidian (life and death of a volcano)
What started as wild molten nights of passion quickly cooled to black flows of cracked obsidian ERUPTIONS It began with sweet lyrics Staying up far too late Everything she wanted to hear Flowing forth from his saccharine lips (The same ones she loved to… Continue Reading “Cracked Obsidian (life and death of a volcano)”
Flicker of Thoughts
in a way, it was savage the way you held my hand a little too tight a little too firm nails biting into the back of my hand in a quiet corner of my mind there stood a tiny thing just a flicker of… Continue Reading “Flicker of Thoughts”
Scarecrow Hotel – Collaboration
Somewhere east along Highway 37 A neon sign flashes intermittently vacancy The Scarecrow Hotel remains alone Stained threadbare carpets muffle TVs And tearful phone conversations Sixteen parking spaces yet only four filled Warm shower and a sagging bed for the night The ancient bricks… Continue Reading “Scarecrow Hotel – Collaboration”
Not Quite Welcome
Into his thoughts she crept Quietly, unbidden He let her stay Perhaps too long And when she chose to leave He could not bear it For he had become used To her presence tara caribou | ©2020
Possessed
Violence Darkness Hard tug to the right Voices Whisper Head down on the ground Committed Controlled Say just what to say Power Ruthless All came with a price Favor Discord Push out all in mind Muttering Mumbling Trace shapes in the sand Obedience Subservience… Continue Reading “Possessed”
Dark Embrace
I can feel them, the icy cold hands, my inner demons. They’ve taken a hold and are pulling me down. I don’t think I can fight them this time. I’m not strong enough. Not only am I not strong enough but the old doubts… Continue Reading “Dark Embrace”
Muddy Puddle
you look in my eyes and you say, love suits you love? love suits me? ha! more like blind naivety you ask, are you pushing pushing away from us? yes, absolutely yes I am pulling away distance growing makes it less painful betrayal less… Continue Reading “Muddy Puddle”
Crying to the Deep
From the inky depths something calls deep crying out to deep Staring over the edge he feels the pull stretches his hand forth He sees his reflection beneath it, movement withdraws his hand in terror stumbles backwards His heel catches on a coil of… Continue Reading “Crying to the Deep”
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