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Tag: Thoughts
Thin Ice
you reach deepwanting to feel goodwanting to feelsomethingyou bury yourselfin desirein speculation and metaphysicsin coming timesin what once wasin a grief never formedand because of thisyou lasso otherswithout intending towithout realizing itand they, too, become the reachthe reach forforfor something moreand I, I hold… Continue Reading “Thin Ice”
The Reed in the Wind
bend mebend mebend me overgentlydon’t break mesoft pushesmold megive me a chanceto bendto changeonly be patientbend medon’t break me(I fear I will shatter)don’t break mejust yet tara caribou | ©️ 2025 photo by me
The Fool
Oh fool! Fool!What a foolish girl!Follow your heartAnd be fooled!Tear out the roots!Cast down the cost!Believe that loveCan carry you through,Oh what a fool! It never changes,Does it?Comes the whisperSo painfully clear.It never, ever changes.You willNeverBe good enough.You will neverBe enough. The same foolish… Continue Reading “The Fool”
The Endless Road
black tar ribbon flowsmoves like waterracking up distancemy eyes yawnmind dartingthinking thinking thinkingmissing one, with hope I have no couragebravery: unknownworry, my companionbeauty (through my eyes)and fear (in my mind) braidingwhat if…what if…oh, what have I done? the ribbon flows onI, with my thoughts,ride… Continue Reading “The Endless Road”
The First Fields at Sunrise
The morning sky, lightening from black to midnight blue, blue to lavender, and then pink on the impossibly far-off horizon. My first glimpses of a new future. I pass through a wall of peace as I cross the county line. This is what home… Continue Reading “The First Fields at Sunrise”
Sacred Grove
In the sacred grove lay secrets from the past for the futureTouching the grey furrowed bark of a grandfather oak, I listenBe in the now, it’s all you have, this moment here, you and I I weep for all the could-be’s and should-have-been’sWasted momentsI… Continue Reading “Sacred Grove”
Reflections from Bird Sanctuary Island
Supreme peace and love fill my heart as I listen to dozens of birds warble and chirp and squawk and honk A special place, an island across a marsh, aged trees stand tall, some leaning with old age, aching for the changes they’ve seen … Continue Reading “Reflections from Bird Sanctuary Island”
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