Raw Earth Ink
spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
How to Choose a Traveling Companion
He took my hand in his and together
we walked by the sea.
As we traveled,
not a word was spoken between us,
it was just him and me,
my thoughts and his entwined
like our fingers,
fitting perfectly together.
The trail we shared wound up and away
over mountain tops and shadowed valleys,
yet still we continued on,
him and I,
crossing fields and glaciers.
Morning followed evening and
night became day,
still on we roamed,
each holding on to the other.
We measured distance in
memories and sighs.
Glancing first him to me then
I to him.
A smile, a turn of the lips,
the stroke on the back of my hand.
No words need voiced, for
we saw reflections
there within our eyes
the true meaning of
the earth we journeyed.
It was love that held us together.
It was love that lifted our eyes.
It was love that guided our footsteps.
It was love, it was love, it was love.
tara caribou | ©2018-2021
Read more like this in my poetry books, Fallen Star Rising & Four.
28 Comments on “How to Choose a Traveling Companion”
Raw Earth Ink 
There’s a pure spirituality to this that resonates without dilution of religion. I have no other words but to say that it spoke to a place much deeper than my consciousness. Thank you!
Mona
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Hey Mona, I’m so glad you liked this.
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the poem takes me along for the ride, even though the landscape descriptions are so foreign to the land where I live, I was there none the less …
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Well, I am happy to know that you were transported to far away lands then.
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12000 km … doesn’t seem far at all 😉
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LOL Naahhhh not at all. 😒
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You really do have a beautiful way with words.
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Gee thanks, Stories. That means the world to me.
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Beautiful x
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Thank you!
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Love this.
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I’m so glad, John. Thank you.
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Beautiful stuff, as always.
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Thank you so much Michael.
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Love is spoken in the silence. Beautiful poetry.
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That’s exactly it. Thank you.
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🙂
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Atmospheric stuff, Tara. Good work. Enjoy your weekend.
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Thank you Guy.
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Beautiful, Tara; and yes, it’s all about the journey.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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We measured distance in
memories and sighs
It was love, it was love, it was love
Such stunning beautiful lines, all of them actually and yet these above stood out to me for some reason. Loved this poem truly, it is so lovely wonderful!!
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Thank you so very much. I’m glad those lines touched you!
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You are very welcome 🙏🏼💛
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‘We measured distance in
memories and sighs.’ These are such beautiful words, Tara! 💖💖
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Those were some of my favorites too.
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Lovely little poem, Tara.
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Thanks Jay!
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