Even when Death inhabits a poem, he does not own it. He is a squatter. In fact, Death owns nothing. – Todd Moore
All Alone Afternoons alone And lonely Empty hours Filled with endless memories Of a life that used to be All her dreams have turned to dust She sweeps them under the rug Along with her shattered hopes and ambitions Words Continue reading All Alone by Ann Christine Tabaka
Blind for a Day If we all could be blind just for one day blind to status blind to our differences blind to the color of our brother’s skin if we could see with our hearts not with our eyes Continue reading Blind for a Day by Ann Christine Tabaka
Saturated Senses Dizzying dance of the dervish drawing me in, swirling twirling losing control. Musical movements mesmerizing the mind, feverishly flying through air. Sanguine songs being sung in full voice, as vibrant visions venture forth. Imaginative illusions inching deeper within, Continue reading Saturated Senses by Ann Christine Tabaka
At What Price He stood outside the door asking for directions, lost hope in hand. Paying the toll with a pocketful of dreams. Aspirations evaporating at the sound of his own voice. A pervading ache, a need he could not Continue reading At What Price by Ann Christine Tabaka
Where Did Wednesday Go? I lost Wednesday along the way to Friday. Somehow it eluded me as if it ran away. Misplaced among the hours of incandescent thought, a time traveler’s lament. It always astonishes me how whole days can Continue reading Where Did Wednesday Go? by Ann Christine Tabaka
FALLEN the sign said open so she walked right in checking her wings at the door red papered walls in a room filled with smoke and the smell of cheap perfume whispered conversations in an unknown language heard only by Continue reading Fallen by Ann Christine Tabaka
NATURE’S FOOTSTEPS I am darkness and light I encompass all the raging storm and the cool summer breeze are my brother and my sister The moon is my warrior he safeguards my honor nature kissed my forehead with a star Continue reading Nature’s Footsteps by Ann Christine Tabaka
JUNKYARD OF THE MIND Bottle-necked dreams stagnant ideas progression in reverse botched plans piled high in a rotting junkyard complete with black flies Trash and garbage everywhere almost impossible to escape gaping wounds of festering thoughts and putrid lies that Continue reading Junkyard Of The Mind by Ann Christine Tabaka
CHASM A sprawling chasm of doubt stretches between reality and the unknown. Those who eschew wisdom are doomed to wander in the endless abyss of fear and loathing, being swallowed in its darkness. Those who open the door to knowledge Continue reading Chasm by Ann Christine Tabaka
ELUSIVE DESIRES You can touch the sea but you cannot hold it You can feel love but you cannot contain it You can have freedom but you cannot own it It is the way of mankind to desire the things Continue reading Elusive Desires by Ann Christine Tabaka