Tag: Inner Beauty

Just a Dog Named Ripple

Ripple was the type of dog you don’t easily forget. She had showed up one early-summer morning through my back gate and right on to my back porch as if she’d always lived here. I was sitting at the dining table, drinking my first… Continue Reading “Just a Dog Named Ripple”

Nectarine

I wish that I could take and hold you in my hand, curl you up within my palm. I would, if possible, take and sew you then into my pocket, careful stitches placed in neat rows, that I could take you with me wherever… Continue Reading “Nectarine”

A Daily Prayer

May the Light of Love blind us to the faults and imperfections we each have, now and forevermore. tara caribou | ©2017-2021

Pollution

My lips burn to say the words I love you It almost doesn’t seem fair Dragging you down to me See you’re wonderful Incredible Amazing Not perfect but you’re simply you And I contaminate you with my filth My sins and my darkness I’m… Continue Reading “Pollution”

It’s Just The Way She Loves

she’s beautiful in your eyes the way she dances as she works, singing loudly and shaking her hips when she thinks no one seesthe way she watches a small wild rabbit from the top step of the porch with a smile, a hand on… Continue Reading “It’s Just The Way She Loves”

Terrestrial

Her eyes shine blue, but grey in storm Movements of a dancer Curves, ebbing, flowing, crashing together Ocean waves as flesh Sweet flowing nectar, giving life Ruby jewels parting, shining, enticing Perfect blinding distractions There’s a deeper truth, always going deeper Seeing right through… Continue Reading “Terrestrial”

Cathedral

Her heart is a cathedral. Bright stain-glassed windows, each a story to tell. So her own story is mapped out in ink across her breast. The entrance, tall imposing doors, not easily opened with gargoyles guarding each side, lips raised in stark, snarling warning.… Continue Reading “Cathedral”

Motor REBLOG

This really met me right where I’m at. I hope you’ll go to her blog and read the full piece. Now my mouth doesn’t know what my shadow is saying. Motor Motor nerve. Damage. (How?) Peripheral. (Vision?) Damaged. These are the bumps in my… Continue Reading “Motor REBLOG”

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