tara caribou
poetry & short story author – artist & nature lover
Tag: Friendship
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”
Wildfire
what hurts is I am nothing but a piece of clay filling a void I’m not the missing piece just a piece of muddy clay and when the hole doesn’t feel so empty you cast me aside until you need a substitute again I’m… Continue Reading “Wildfire”
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”
An Overdue Update
I know, I know. It’s been a month since I’ve been off WordPress. I guess now is as good a time as any to give you a small explanation and update about both me and Raw Earth Ink. In Real Life… The beginning of… Continue Reading “An Overdue Update”
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”
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)”
Red White and Blues
would have been, in days past, that the arguments and pain and hurtful words would have thrown me into a spiral. envisioning red ribbons across pale flesh and splashes of life (precious) dripping onto bathroom tiles. forget the sharp blade, I’d reach for the… Continue Reading “Red White and Blues”
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