spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
She has beautiful eyes
The most entrancing eyes
Becoming lost
Oh I find myself staring
Diving
Swimming
Floundering
A whirlpool
Spinning me around
Waves cover my face
I forget to breathe
I willingly drown
She’s my oxygen now
tara caribou | ©2020
original artwork and the occasional rant
Art Consignments in Ninilchik, Alaska
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Poetry by Charles Joseph
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I much prefer this you…
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You mean, you prefer the in-love stuff rather than the depressing or dark stuff?
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No, not necessarily… I just prefer seeing you all happy! 😁
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Interesting. I’ve actually been quite quite low lately, barely keeping my head up. I wrote this middle of last night not hardly awake.
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Gorgeous write 😍
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Thank you
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Very nice! I like this one a lot! 🙂
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Hey thanks so much.
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I love this, Tara! “Floundering” is a fun word. Synchronistically, I just used it in a poem I wrote yesterday. 😀
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Haha! That’s awesome. Great minds??
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Yeah, I’m okay with saying that. 😀
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Lovely 🙂
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Thank you
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My pleasure 🙂
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The eyes reveal all. Beautiful, Tara.
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They sure do.
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I like the ‘being lost’ vibe – although let’s not forget the dangers that that implies…
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True… true… and yet…..
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This is lovely Tara ❤
I couldn't help but be entranced as well, especially with that vivid description.
Though to be honest, I find myself afraid of having someone as my oxygen. My luck with love has been…interesting haha
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I completely understand that fear or uncomfortableness. The problem with that mindset is that it denies The NOW. The possibilities. The hope. And yes I revert back to that as well… but we’ve got to keep moving forward rather than staying in those past “mistakes” or experiences.
It’s definitely a work-in-progress. Staying wise to reality but also hopeful for the future. To give love a CHANCE to work.
May we both find that middle ground and thrive there!!
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Amen to such wisdom! 🙏🏾
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High fives all around lol
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