Spit mixed with dirt – Muddy words flow
black tar ribbon flows
moves like water
racking up distance
my eyes yawn
mind darting
thinking thinking thinking
missing one, with hope
I have no courage
bravery: unknown
worry, my companion
beauty (through my eyes)
and fear (in my mind) braiding
what if…
what if…
oh, what have I done?
the ribbon flows on
I, with my thoughts,
ride atop its waves
pulled by tides unseen
emotions, too, like tides
pull and swirl
this endless road is only a metaphor
and I, a mere shadow
tara caribou | ©️2025 photo by me, Yukon Territory, Canada
See also CG Tenpenny’s poem which touched me deeply as I read it through. He made part of the same trip as well, though his journey much further, as he drove from Georgia to Alaska… but the mark the Yukon Territory made seems to be just as strong for him as it was for me.
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I recall that scene 😁💕
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Beautiful and honest. ❤️
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And what a metaphor!
Very evocative piece, Tara.
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I’m so happy you enjoyed this one, Chris.
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Gorgeous piece, Tara.
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Thank you, I’m glad you liked this one.
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I enjoyed reading your poem. Reflecting this stands back to you.”I have no courage
bravery: unknown
worry, my companion
beauty (through my eyes)
and fear (in my mind) braiding
what if…
what if…
oh, what have I done?”
I especially am drawn to the idea of braiding of the what if what if.
Wishing you a beautiful day
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Thank you for reading and the comment, Ali. Sometimes the beauty and the fear and the many what ifs weave around each other, almost separate, becoming one, mixed together but not quite a mixing… a braiding. Each piece over the other, twisted, and flowing. I am glad this one touched you.
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I love this. It is a beautiful truth.
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For anyone reading this blog that sees this link, I wish you’d go listen to Patrick’s reading of my poem. He performed it exactly as I hear it in my mind. I am deeply moved by this special gift.
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