Raw Earth Ink
spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
Wildfire
what hurts is
I am nothing
but a piece of clay
filling a void
I’m not
the missing piece
just
a piece
of muddy clay
and when the hole
doesn’t feel so empty
you
cast me aside
until you need
a substitute again
I’m not sure
why I do this to myself
why I allow
myself to be temporary
why?
I’m a sucker for you
every
single
time
it dawned on me
yesterday
yes
just yesterday
what I am
am I mud or dirt?
am I clay or molten lava?
no
I am fire and flame
so do I even really exist?
I am nothing
without
you
my breath
my oxygen
stifling without you
raging with you
becoming
an inferno
lusting for more
devouring
ravenously craving
but
the wind
doesn’t need the flame
now does it?
tara caribou | ©️2019-23
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Raw Earth Ink 
Wonderful imagery. It really expands well from the concept. I like how you position yourself as the flame in the end, the colours of flames in wood fires are due to different substances consumed…i think this fits so well here. The agency of emotions is intense.
I hope the ashes fly on the wind, and stick into the eyes of the unworthy 🙂
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You’re so fucking awesome, Mark. Really, you are. Thanks for the great comment. I stared at this poem in my notes for I don’t know how many days. Never quite happy with it. Not sure if what I was trying to say was conveyed right.
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As are you my friend, i really liked this one. I’m glad it made it from notes to final, so many get lost in that transition (speaking from experience). I’m not sure if i interpreted everything you wanted to say, but i did so in my own way..the licence of poems. But the mud to flame movement is very strong and readable. More please 🙂
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Thanks Mark. Truly. Thank you.
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You just keep the gold coming. There is a formula that you have that works. I Love it.
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I’m glad you’re sticking with it. I’m very appreciative of your support.
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I hold you Dear to my Heart.
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Everyone just needs a bit of oxygen to breath, don’t they?
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Indeed.
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Stormy in every way imaginable
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I’ve missed you Phil.
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There always seems to be an imbalance when it comes to relationships. One party always seems to need the other more, or the other needs less. That’s what I think of when I read this. Fantastic poem, Tara. It rings absolutely true.
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Thanks for stopping by, Tony. I agree, in my experience there is always a bit of an imbalance. Doesn’t mean the relationship can’t work though. I’m so glad you enjoyed it.
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love this
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Awesome! Thanks Joe. I’m very pleased you liked it.
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xo
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It’s, never a good thing, that we became, needy of another to validate our selves, because, we won’t be a whole being, without that, other, person.
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Indeed. I believe wholeheartedly in giving all of oneself to the other, the one we love… but also, like in the case of this piece, becoming needy to the point of validation, it’s dangerous. I do like the idea of “two parts to a whole”. I’m a bit of a (doomed) romantic, though.
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Very powerful and thought-provoking verses 🙂 – plenty to unpack for a second reading & some stunning imagery on dependence and uneven relationships here. Beautifully worded! ❤
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Thanks Tom! I appreciate you reading a second time😌
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Where is the line
if there is a line
between light and heat
and consuming fire
between desire
and obsession
between union
and disappearance?
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Beautiful! An excellent addition to my piece, thank you! I wonder about that line… and maybe that line is different in each situation.
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I think so, and that it is a moving line likely most often seen when crossed. I’m glad you liked the poem.
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A moving line… yes! That’s it exactly.
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And fuzzy too.
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
Tara Caribou – In flames
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Another great piece. The feelings really come through. I like how it started off quiet, doubting, and then turned more powerful, and fiery.
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Thank you. I think anytime we come to a realization of who we are, we become stronger, somehow.
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Beautifully written 💜🌹
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Thank you DA!
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What an evocative poem, Tara. Seems a lot of women feel like this. Have a good weekend.
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Thanks Guy! I hope you’re doing well.
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Awwww, huggies to you!
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I take hugs ANY time!
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