tara caribou
poetry & short story author – artist & nature lover
Tag: Rain
In the Last Light of the Evening
The leaves on the trees have become smudges, merely a backdrop I look right through. I see nothing. I see everything. Everything. You weren’t able to reach beyond the now into tomorrow. You stay in the past and try for today, but never tomorrow.… Continue Reading “In the Last Light of the Evening”
Different Skies Photography
The sky sure can look different with the various days and conditions. I’ve always been a sky-watcher. These photos are shared without any manipulation or special settings. In the early morning hours on the 27th, I noticed a bright overall light shining in around… Continue Reading “Different Skies Photography”
The Dreaming Rain
on a mild and drizzly afternooncurled up on the porch swingmy cheek resting upon my wristcreak-creak, creak-creakgently swayingrain pounding down the roofgrey clouds pregnant to burstingthunder boom, I smile it’s the aching memoriesthe timber of your voicecaressing me andhow I long for your bodypressed… Continue Reading “The Dreaming Rain”
1,000 Grit
The rain is pouring down and it seems to etch deep within my soul – trickles and torrents washing out the sand and soft mud of life leaving behind only the hard bedrock of my internal reality. Will my heart ever be made whole… Continue Reading “1,000 Grit”
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”
Blue Eyes in the Rain
As I hurried ‘round the bend Of the wooded trail near my home I came upon her standing there In the pouring down rain Her face turned up Toward the clouded grey sky I stepped back into the shadows My eyes could scarce look… Continue Reading “Blue Eyes in the Rain”
A Heavy Metal Love Story
During the yearly music festival, it can get wild out here. Especially during the guitar-screaming, bass-pounding, throat-numbing heavy metal days… or should I say nights? Everywhere you look there’s leather and jeans, long hair and tits. Boots and beer. Inked flesh and pierced skin.… Continue Reading “A Heavy Metal Love Story”
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