Raw Earth Ink
spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
Tag: Poetry
Cracked Obsidian (life & 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 & death of a volcano)”
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
I Never Could
“You are more than the sum of your pasts… you are your future as well” His words whispered in my ear One warm summer evening And the tears that shone in his eyes Told me all I needed to know: I had already lost… Continue Reading “I Never Could”
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”
Moonlight Kisses
moonlight kisses your shoulderand all my dreams are realizedin one gentle sigha breathe of exhalethe shadow of a smilememories and fantasies like a webmy fingers stroke your cheekas you turn into my armsand love blooms again tara caribou | ©2021
Spiral Artist
I was flying amongst the clouds Floating and one with the salty sea air The breezes ruffling my feathers The sun upon my wings and my beak Turning my head First one eye then the other I spied from high above the oceans swells… Continue Reading “Spiral Artist”
Time After Time
my heart and soul‘twined with yoursa vision of eternity, of things to come a brief intake of a breathtwo hands touching,palm to palm trembling, yet at restgazing inwardeyes like muddy pools we are sinking but flyingsoaring up, up to the cloudsnever any effort, we’re… Continue Reading “Time After Time”
What’s Real, Though?
in the far reachesin the arid desert \of the soul/a whipping wind rises and fallsmoving grains of sand with little efforthardly barrenthere is life -though sparse-which takes refuge here or therea lone cry rises in the ear of a desert fox kitand suddenlywe know… Continue Reading “What’s Real, Though?”
