tara caribou
poetry & short story author – artist & nature lover
Tag: Poetry
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”
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”
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”
One Last Howl
within winter’s sigha murmur rises on the windsparkles glint off the edgesof a million snowflakes,compressed and wind blownagainst the base of birch orwithin a field’s hollow the murmur becomes a humand a snowshoe hare lifts up,whiskers twitchingears on high alertthe hum, in turn, sheds… Continue Reading “One Last Howl”
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”
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