ANN CHRISTINE TABAKA - POEMS

Ann Christine Tabaka was born and lives in Delaware.  She is a published poet, an artist, a chemist, and a personal trainer.  She loves gardening, cooking, and the ocean.  Chris lives with her husband and two cats.  Her poems have been published in numerous national and international poetry journals, reviews, and anthologies. Chris has been selected as the resident Haiku poet for Stanzaic Stylings. 

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Eternal Summer
 

​The dawn wakes to memories
of barefoot summers on cool green grass.
 
Swirling patterns in the coffee,
premonitions of days to come.
Visions rising from the fragrant steam,
filling the room with warm contentment.
 
Outside my window, the soft amber light of morning
filtered through trees imparts a dreamy feeling, 
bestowing the day with hope.
 
A soft breeze stirs over the gardens as the
wildflowers raise their smiling faces to be kissed
by pollinators busy making morning rounds.
 
Shadows grow short as the day grows long.
I am drawn back to my coffee as I contemplate
peaceful moments, deep seated with the wish
of eternal summer.

Evening Sings a Soft Song
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​Wind playing in the willow trees,
rustling the leaves like sheer lace curtains.
 
Fiery orange glow of the sun sinks slowly,
swallowed up by the hungry horizon.
 
Last faint traces of the soft evening light,
sparkling off of the tall damp marsh grass.
 
Flocks of song birds on the wing,
silhouetted against a marbled purple sky.
 
Sound of a sleepy owl awakening
as he stretches and prepares for his night hunt
 
Sitting serenely while taking it all in,
observing the grand symphony of nature playing,
as evening sings a soft song.

Raining Tears
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​A summer rain
pierces my heart
with sewing needles
sharp hot tears
from the sky
washing away burning memories
of what could have been
gushing downstream
into swirling puddles of illusion
reflecting only sad eyes
 

Spilled Milk
 

​a glass tips
milk spills
a liquid curtain of white
falling in slow motion
splashing to the floor
I cry
like so many dreams
escaping my grasp
flowing through my fingers
and out of my reach
I stare at the puddle
and I cry
like wasted time
spread out across
the floor of the universe
it is no longer mine
all that is left to do
is cry

Nature’s Footsteps
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​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
the songs of the forest birds
escort the morning in
 
At my feet lay tranquil pastures
green ferns wave their sentiments
as the evening sun walks by
and we stroll hand-in-hand
into the night