spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
original artwork and the occasional rant
Art Consignments in Ninilchik, Alaska
Apologies for my apologies
Poetry by Charles Joseph
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a collection of short poetry from an autistic mind
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Beautifully written! Love the pebble imagery & really poetic language ❤
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I really appreciate that Tom. Thanks for stopping by and reading.
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Damn. You wrote this well
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Thank you Matt. That means a lot.
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If the rock were synonymous with me, I would surely permit myself to crumble grainy- within the grasp of your keen long reaching fingers.
Lovely write.
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Thank you Poet! Lovely comment!
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It’s beautiful. I especially love these lines:
‘the gentle curves of who you were who I remember you to be who we once were’
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Thank you! I’m so glad you enjoyed this River.
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You’re welcome.
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Huh. This was an interesting thematic direction. Not only the beautifully put imagery of the wave trying to hold onto the well-polished, well-rounded stone but the cause of its erosion, its slickness, the reason why it slips from the “hands” of the “wave” is how well-rounded it is… so the erosion that made the stone the smooth, polished stone that it is, also causes it to slip through.
Mind = blown.
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Spiral, you’re awesome. Totally. I’m so pleased that you saw that within these few words. This made my evening ⭐️
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I calls it like I sees it. 🙂
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Lovely metaphor Tara, I love the image of the rock in the pocket as memory.
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Thank you Andrea! I really appreciate you commenting.
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So beautifully written, and very evocative. I know exactly the feeling you are referring to. 💘
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Thank you Lilith. I’m glad you liked this though a bit sad that you can relate.
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Oh Tara that’s so sad but so beautiful. I love reading you, always❤️
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Thank you!
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Interesting
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Beautifully penned, Tara. The image of the wave-worn rock in your pocket is lovely and powerful. Love poems about the ocean and unrequited love. Great work!
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Thank you! And thanks for stopping by, always good to see you.
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Good to see you too, Tara. I always enjoy your beautiful poems.
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Thank you, that warms my heart.
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My pleasure.
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❤
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So awesome writing 👌🙏🌷beautiful small colourful stones amazing 👍🏻😊
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Thank you so much.
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Welcome 🙏
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Even more powerful on a second reading, Tara! We never truly value what we have until they slip through our fingers. Best to treasure them before they’re lost forever.
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Thanks Tom. Yes, I revised this piece quite a bit from its first iteration. I’m glad this one worked for you.
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Beautiful imagery, Tara, powerful, poignant and both melancholic and hopeful. Really enjoyed this.
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Thank you Chris. I’m glad you were able to see it.
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I take in, believe in, every word you write, for me, no poet more genuine than you.
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Thanks Eric. You’re so very kind to me.
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Few, but clear are the names and faces this brings wistfully out of time past, some gone beyond mortal reach.
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Yes! You saw right into this! Those who we hold naught but their memory, worn away by many holdings, many recollections. We hold them still. Until they are no longer separate but wholly a part of us.
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Somewhere in The Iliad, Achilles speaks of the only true immortality granted us is in being remembered. We gift those we have loved with that in absorbing them into ourselves.
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Yes, exactly that.
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
Tara Caribou – Treasured and elusive
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Deeply beautiful.
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Thank you so very much. I truly appreciate you reading this through.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet and commented:
Come Read This Love Poem From Tara!!!
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OMG! I love this Tara! This is so emotionally compelling and moving! Loved the visual images you penned – Especially loved these lines:
I hold memories of you
like a wave-worn rock
nestled in my pocket
Like a touchstone! Brilliant! The only thing that would make this “Perfect” would be you recording an audio to go with the words so we can close our eyes and listen to you recite them with waves and seagulls in the background – Please? Why don’t record a sample of you reading this and the close your eyes and listen and you will know why I’m asking, My Dear!!
Chuck
💕💖🌹🌹
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Thank you so much Chuck. I’m so glad you enjoyed this one. The visual was very clear in my mind, so I’m glad you were able to see it too.
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Yes, I loved the visual!!!
Always a joy and pleasure to read and share your posts with followers, My Dear! Hope you have a great day!! xoxox 😘💕🎁🌹
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So calming yet so tribulating.
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Thanks Goldie 💕
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Beautiful! Creates a wonderful image and visual.
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Thank you
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Beautifully evoked ❤
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Thank you ☺️
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You’re very welcome indeed
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This is really good!
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Thanks Braeden. I sure appreciate that.
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Welcome
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