Raw Earth Ink
spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
Fields Under a Blue, Blue Sky
Foot on the fence post
Looking out on the land
The sky seems bluer these days
She told me she loved me
With her dying last breath
Seventeen years, today
Back when I was young and alive
Stars and dreams on the horizon
Me and Molly kept on without her
Sunsets never look the same
But today I heard her voice
In the western wind
And I know my time’s near done
Molly’s got her own baby now
All this would always be hers
I’ll be coming soon, my Agatha dear
And the blue sky will be even bluer
tara caribou | ©2020
Written for a photo prompt over on @jessmischke‘s IG page which I don’t typically do prompts but I saw the photo and this immediately popped into my head…
27 Comments on “Fields Under a Blue, Blue Sky”
Raw Earth Ink 
strange resonance …
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I’d love to hear more about it…
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Whew, this had me fighting back some eye moisture…a lot of power and emotion packed in tight – really well done.💫
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Thank you so much Michael. (Also, I don’t know why, but your comments NEVER send me a notification. I only ever see them if I happen to click on my own page…. so if I ever ignore a comment you’ve made, it’s a WP issue, okay? And it’s been this way for the couple years I’ve followed you. 🤷🏼♀️)
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Ooooooh…stunningly evoked very moving poignant poem. Very cleverly expressed. Truly awesome
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Thanks so very much ☺️
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You’re welcome
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Love the picture 💙💙💙
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Jess shares some cool photos of Wyoming, follow him over on Instagram!
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I will! Have just looked but can’t see Jess’ handle. Please let me know the Instagram name. Thanks! 💙💙💙
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You can click right on the link I provided in the post.
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Thank you. I will!
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I now have! All is well! Thank you! Am a bit slow on the uptake sometimes, even surprising myself 🙃😁
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tara, this reads like a great modern-western movie,
not so modern that it’s digital or green-screened.
we can hear the celluloid miles spooling, reel to reel,
over our shoulder in the projectionist’s box room.
xoxo
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Thanks Nick! That’s a real compliment. I guess that’s sort of how I saw it in my mind too. 😌
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It’s good stuff. You saw clearly 🙂
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Very moving Tara, I can picture the scene and the memories behind it.
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Thank you Andrea! Especially considering that’s how it is reading your work.. I can picture it all in my mind perfectly, I can smell the earth and hear the birds.
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Thanks Tara.
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Beautiful – how the memories hold us whilst the world keeps turning. Very relatable, Tara.
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Yes! That’s just it, too. I saw this whole lifetime play out before my eyes and that seemed to be the theme. Thank you so much for reading, Chris. You literally have no idea how much it means to me.
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You are always a pleasure to read, Tara.
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Thank you. I quite enjoy your works as well 😌
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☺
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This is beautiful
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Thank you so very much
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Awesome: “And the blue sky will be even bluer”
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