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Ann Christine Tabaka Poetry

Poetry By Ann Christine Tabaka

Eyes Wide Open

Eyes wide open
I see the truth.
Eyes wide open
for once, at last.

Treasures dangled as enticements.
A fall from grace tumbles by.
Sixteen and twenty,
counting onward.

The path unclear,
the questions stands.
Hand of temptation
reaches forward,
offering forbidden fruit.

Imprisoned by my own words.
Blinders removed,
I venture inward.
Eyes wide open.

Shutters open,
transgressions escape,
flying wildly
into the void.

The dream a nightmare
pulling me in.
Freedom impossible,
I see the truth.
Eyes wide open.

Twilight of the Year

Light fading
at the end of day,
journey’s time to rest.
Autumn shifts to winter.

Shadows deepen as December nears.
Gray the predominant feeling,
as clouds fill my head.
Time to close the door.

The sharp breath of winter,
like a knife plunged
into the heart of summer,
bleeding out all of her colors.

A dimensional shift,
reality on hold.
Time vaporizes into oblivion.
Fragments of life struggle to be whole.
In the twilight of the year.


Sun Salutation

Daybreak pierces night, wiping
away the sleep. Plucking stars
from the heavens, placing them
neatly in a basket made of dreams.

Erasing darkness with amber
streaks, the sun kisses the day.
Dew drenched grasses glisten with
diminutive prism globes. Warmth
overtakes the chill as hours march on.

Clouds drift by announcing their
presence with purple shadows
crowning the land. Time has no
master while light rules the day.

Evening brings with it a daunting
stillness as it invades the glen.
A sleepy day says adieu as it
awaits tomorrow’s sun salutation.


Greeting Tomorrow

Along the path to tomorrow,
we shall meet at the bridge
that spans the unknown universe.
I stand looking off towards the sun.

Going the long way home.
No time for detours.
The crow does not fly
a straight course.

Lost along the road to nowhere,
beliefs evaporate into droplets
of disenchanted time.

Winged chariots fly off
into the sunset, taking with them
our hopes and dreams.

Liberate the thunderbolt.
Unleash the singing hands of time.
For above the clouds,
there are no more castles in the air.

Apple pie scented mornings.
Metaphors meant to be dissected.
As the road reaches another bend,
At last, home is on the horizon.



Things are always different
on the other side,
bumbling resistance,
and false pride.

You lend a hand,
I lend an ear.
We join forces
to combat fear

Events are never
quite as they seem.
One person’s disaster
is another’s dream.

You lend an ear,
I lend a hand.
We join forces
to make a stand.


Poetry BY Ann Christine Tabaka

Ann Christine Tabaka is a nominee for the 2017 Pushcart Prize in Poetry.

She placed Third in Vita Brevis Best Poem Contest January 2018. She was selected as Poet of the Month for January 2018 and interviewed by Kingdoms in the Wild. She lives in Delaware, USA. She loves gardening and cooking. Chris lives with her husband and two cats. Her most recent credits are Page & Spine, West Texas Literary Review, Oddball Magazine, The Paragon Journal, The Literary Hatchet, The Stray Branch, Trigger Fish Critical Review, Foliate Oak Review, Bindweed Magazine, The Metaworker, Raven, RavensPerch, Anapest Journal, Mused, Apricity Magazine, The Write Launch, The Stray Branch, Scryptic Magazine, Ann Arbor Review, The McKinley Review.

Instagram: #christinetabaka #annchristinetabaka

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