spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
you slip through all my cracks
soul-seepage with glitter-eye
wrapping and curling around shoulders
down soft supple belly
and intimate sighs
headswirl, I inhale
…::::…::::…::::…
lips speak, whisper firstbloom love
I hold each seed
precious-birth
heart-stream unstoppable dance
fingers fly, tongue-fly, words fly, fly, fly
right.
off.
my
page.
to. you.
pillow-head, I exhale
…::::…::::…::::…
momentarily I wonder
did you catch them?
my thoughts? my dreams?
the key, hung high?
my vision swells, impaired
wrist-flip hand-nab
reach out and grapple mid-air
they float, they lift, they wait
wait.
wait.
art and poetry, poetry-art
my essence, open
bone-marrow depth
for You
tara caribou | ©2021
Art Consignments in Ninilchik, Alaska
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Poetry by Charles Joseph
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Lovely, as always Tara. More please.
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It was either this or a piece of self-loathing from feeling slightly betrayed.
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How dare they. 😉
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Right?!
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Intrigued by the visual symbols of your breathing. One needs to stand on tiptoe to grab that key? Like a light-pull just out of reach. —CC
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Well, you certainly saw the key, didn’t you?! That’s awesome. I’m so glad you could visualize this one.
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Absolutely – keep breathing
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Lovely!
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Thank you so very much! I’m glad you like this one.
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You’re most welcome.
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
Tara Caribou – Poetry, Art, Living
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The title & the poem….beautifully expressed, Tara ✨
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Thank you so much Navin. I am always touched when you read/comment.
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You’re welcome Tara….
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Beautiful ❤
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Thank you my lovely friend.
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A wonderful poem as ever from you
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Thank you so much DA.
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It’s a pleasure always
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I think you knew I’d think I get this – in my way if not yours – got to go now and read a few (quite a few) times more!
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That’s so great, Eric! I’m beyond ecstatic when you get pulled in to the work. 😌
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Woah🧡
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Thanks Jude!
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Such a pleasure Tara
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That longing, that desire to be truly known by another, so beautifully expressed in this piece, Tara. This grows stronger with each read.
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Oh thank you Chris. I am always so grateful when you get my work. It really means something to me.
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Always my pleasure.
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I am amazed….. wonderful writing. I like reading your words first thing in the morning.
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awww thank you Haze! You’re the best. 💕
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Breathtaking verse, nice job.
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awww thanks so much, Jay! I really appreciate that!
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You’re welcome! Love your style
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Visually engaging, for sure. Intellectually, as well.
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Awesome, thanks!
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