Raw Earth Ink
spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
Oceans
an ocean rages inside me
pours out in sobs and wails
crashes against my ribcage
drowning my heart, my soul
streams of liquid heartache flow down
tears constantly falling
I was whole when you were in me
you walked effortlessly across my stormy peaks and troughs
now I’m dry on the outside
parchment skin and cracked lips
while within I’m a torrent of loss
salty whirlpools seething
swirling, spinning, floundering, drowning
sucked down in memories and lost dreams
please
someone
reach down and take my hand
calm my soul with your balm of love
tara caribou | ©2020
36 Comments on “Oceans”
Raw Earth Ink 
That’s a tough read
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Not so easy to write either, I suppose.
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This is beautiful poetry. You really know how to capture a sentiment in so few words. This will resonate with any of us who have experienced heartache.
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Thanks for the kind comment
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Very well written! Rage does suck! Thank you for sharing. I think sharing poetry is the hardest form of writing to share.
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Thank you for the kind comment. I really appreciate it.
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Sure thing! never leave or like something I don’t like! I love poetry and writing. So it was a pleasure!
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Poetry can be cathartic, especially when it’s so deep and personal. Melancholy and beautiful are two words weeping over this poem.
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Oh!! What a lovely description, Rob. You’re awesome, thank you 😊
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Absolutely beautiful I adore the way you make darkness and sorrow so intoxicating
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Oh Candice, I feel the same about you and your poetry! 💕
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Cool.
But because I’m inclined towards pessimism someone is more likely to push your head back under… than give you a helping hand I mean.
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This might be true. But I need something to cling to, even if unrealistic and probably fatal.
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You are a literary genius.
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Oohh you… this originally was posted with a piece of artwork, which I have since pulled down. But reading it again reminded me of the art. You know me… I’m a fan of ocean-y things. I suppose it comes from growing up so near the ocean and living here now. Seems ingrained in me.
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I totally get that. Some of my fondest childhood memories involve mountains and pine trees from the place my family would visit almost every summer. I’ve since had the privilege of living in mountain-y areas, and the affinity I have for those places inspires a lot of my writing, I think.
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it comes out, yes. That’s really great. A lot of people don’t have those kinds of opportunities. 💕
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Wow! This is so powerful.
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Thanks Mary! I’m really happy you were touched by it!
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Great water imagery in what is a raw and painful poem, Tara. There are always more islands to be discovered.
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That’s a great way to put it! Thanks Chris.
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This one hurts like wading in water that is too cold. Well done.
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Sorry for the little sting of pain. I hope you’re doing well. I was thinking about you earlier today.
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Things are standard around these parts. I hope you are feeling better
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hhmmm okay. Well… I am slowly healing.
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That’s good! Stay away from those AK sea monsters. They bite
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Maybe one will swallow me whole. That would solve, like everything. Or Maybe I’ll move to Georgia.
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Georgia isn’t too bad, but you’d straight up melt down here.
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Only the first summer… then I’d forget all about winter.
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Today it was around 60? But for the last two weeks or so, it was around 75. 2020 summer is going to be awful. Planning to escape into the New England area
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I keep waiting for it to get up to, oh… even 8*. That might feel nice. I dare say I’d go without a jacket if it hit 20 lol. Sixty would feel amazing.
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Let’s say it’s unseasonably warm. This is usually the coldest time in my area and historically it can get into the teens. Usually hovers around freezing, though. My town, specifically, is going to be the center of the climate Armageddon, I think.
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Ahaha! that made me chuckle.
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‘while within i’m a torrent of loss’ – amazing … seems so real, life is a torrent of loss – we start with only so much and the ride ends when it is all gone – use it wisely, whatever ‘it’ is … i wish it were easy, but no …
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I have to agree with you there.
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