 Ann Christine Tabaka, is better known by her middle name, Chris. She has been writing poems and rhymes since she was fourteen. She was an artist, a chemist, and a personal trainer. She recently had 4 poems accepted into the upcoming Contemporary Group’s anthology “Dandelion in a Vase of Roses,” 1 poem accepted and posted in “Whispers,” 2 poems accepted by “The Society of Classical Poets,” 2 poems accepted by the “Indiana Voice Journal,” and will have poems in the summer 2017 issue of “Halcyon Days Magazine. ANTICIPATION Dark and defiant The tempest rages Bulldozing over the forsaken shore Scrubbed raw by the angry waves Sand blasted remnants of an old boat Soggy with time Rattle and creak with each gust A lone figure stands guard Huddled against the rocks Rain drenched yellow slicker Pulled tightly about her body The excitement engulfs her As she waits for the storm To tear her open And quench the fire within QUICKSILVER A full moon peeks from behind majestic trees Bare branches are silhouetted by the moon’s silvery glow The moon casts its shadow like some giant hand reaching out for me An eerie mantle of soft radiance gleams all around it Light flows over the land and illuminates all that it touches It is like liquid silver as it stretches out for the horizon Mercurial in its ability to evoke wonder In all those who are awake to see it JOURNEY A journey out of nowhere Into being Awakened to life To a life that I was meant to have To become who I am Stepping off the edge Falling into your arms The safety net of your love Freed from darkness Open to the light Growing wings I fly I soar above existence Into a new realm Of the imagination Seeing things not as they are But as they are meant to be A journey out of nowhere Into brilliance NATURE’S GEMS Diamonds are the stars at night The moon a perfect pearl Opals the fire’s flame so bright The night is all a swirl The meadows are great works of art Silver flows in the little rill Red berries are rubies of the heart Autumn leaves the senses thrill The orchestra of birds that sing Gold is the shinning sun Nature is the one true gem When all is said and done FORGOTTEN She stands on the corner, Cold lonely, lost, forgotten; As her youth slowly slips away. She hides behind the makeup, And clothing of her former years. She evokes a look of pity from all who pass by. Behind her mask, Her features show the beauty of her age. But she refuses to accept this, And so continues to disguise her true worth. Trading it in for a few more years of fantasy. Why does she cling on so desperately, To the worn pages of past times? She has much more to offer now. Many of us are obsessed with holding on, To what we cannot have. And in doing so neglect to see the satisfaction, That each new age holds out to us. She mistakes the glances of sympathy, For admiration. So for the moment she is content. Then once again, all too soon … She stands on the corner, Cold, lonely, lost, forgotten … NATURE’S GEMS Diamonds are the stars at night The moon a perfect pearl Opals the fire’s flame so bright The night is all a swirl The meadows are great works of art Silver flows in the little rill Red berries are rubies of the heart Autumn leaves the senses thrill The orchestra of birds that sing Gold is the shinning sun Nature is the one true gem When all is said and done
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