spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
in the distance a voice thunders
irate, inconsolable
a thousand stones raining down
high to low, gaining momentum
a mother bear with suckling cubs
cowers in her den
a hare, its ears flat against its back,
lays motionless in the thicket
but for the twitch of its nose
even the raven, with her blue-black feathers
closes her beak, twists her head,
tilting and pitching her neck
ever so slightly
to catch a better glimpse,
takes wing silently
from the cold blue she sees him there
shaking, tormented, alone in his ire
the raven tips her wing
angles back around
then tucks her wings for speed
and continues west
without a backwards glance
in his agony and bitterness,
he noticed her not,
instead shouts and bellows his anger,
his sadness, his utter despair
until in a fit of rage, unprovoked
he vomits his fiery mania,
a passion of violence
birds burst from their branches,
the sow, two cubs in tow,
barrels down the shale gravel slope
the hare and the deer and the pine marten
the fox and the wolverine forgo their animosity
in a moment of terror,
abandon their burrows for lower ground
his unjust revulsion continues
belching and blowing and
spewing from his mouth until,
with a final shudder,
he is, for a moment, at peace
he grumbles,
turns then falls into a fitful sleep,
at times shifting or restive but
his fury, for now, lies dormant
until the next time he awakens
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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loneliness …. such metaphors – the unrelenting power, anger more than we can even comprehend and it is still minute on a cosmic scale. i really like this.
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I’m so pleased this one touched you.
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Jeez… sounds so familiar it’s uncanny. Woman… well done. Your words always wallop me. ❤❤❤
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Thanks so much Empress. Your kindness humbles me.
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❤❤❤
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Wow! I love this piece!!!
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Thank you Cassa 💕
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Absolutely magnificent!!! Love it!!!
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Thank you, I thought you might appreciate this one.
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You’re very welcome indeed ❤
I certainly did!!!
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I can feel the sadness in this good poem, keep being inspired
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