Carpe Diem Series
Wander through the mystical and exciting words of Ann Christine Tabaka! When I read her work I feel a strong sense of freedom and intrigue that eagerly pulls me into the next phrase.
My Favorite Line, ” Fantasies that never were
are now forevermore.”
Turnstile gate swings open
commuter trains rush by.
World weary travelers face another week,
never knowing one day from the next.
She stands on the platform,
watching and waiting for her train.
Dreams of far-off destinations,
holding a crumpled ticket in hand,
imagining all the places
she would like to go.
Visiting exotic worlds,
timeless visions fill her mind.
Eyes closed to wonderment,
she looks inside herself.
Golden cites rise above clouds.
Purple meadows stretch on forever.
Sparkling diamond seas,
white ibis soar overhead.
Suddenly the ticket becomes her escape,
as she boards a train to everywhere.
A whistle blows and she is gone,
riding into the unknown.
The Heart of Winter
December shed her wings and flew away
giving room for January to grow anew
sunlight shimmers in frosty air
crystals sparkle from every branch
ice laced winter morn
pristine snow covers all
time is frozen – in a whisper
enchanting beauty of a harsh season
slowly waiting for spring thaw
spinning on a breeze.
Sun smiling down
on a lazy day.
spun of gold.
Grand escapades of imagination
floating on a whisper.
Fantasies that never were
are now forevermore.
I never put that much into life,
life just seemed to happen.
Standing here too long
I lose my way.
We Live for the Night
You took my hand in yours.
Path well worn
beneath our feet.
We’ve walked this way before.
Legends live within us.
Heaven opens its vault.
Blackness cloaks us in its sheltering arms.
A whip-poor-will calls our names.
We vanish into
a star-studded night.
We dance among the galaxies
never looking back.
The night goes on forever.
We live for this.
I Want to Hide Away
I want to hide away inside the warmth of your smile,
the softness of your touch.
I want to crawl inside your skin to be one with you.
to fly into your arms – safe and sheltered in your love.
your comforting voice cooing from the nest,
inviting me to enter in.
climbing ever higher – we reach the clear blue sky,
to soar above peril and atrocity.
I want to hide away to become lost upon the breeze,
carried within the storm.
a whirlwind of desire,
never letting go of what I found in you.
as time distills imagination into being,
we become the sanctum that we seek,
shutting out all that is not fair and true.
hiding forever in each other’s love.
Ann Christine Tabaka was nominated for the 2017 Pushcart Prize in Poetry. She is the winner of Spillwords Press 2020 Publication of the Year, her bio is featured in the “Who’s Who of Emerging Writers 2020,” published by Sweetycat Press. Chris has been internationally published, and won poetry awards from numerous publications. Her work has been translated into Sequoyah-Cherokee Syllabics, into French, and into Spanish. She is the author of 13 poetry books. She has been published micro-fiction anthologies and short story publications. Christine lives in Delaware, USA. She loves gardening and cooking. Chris lives with her husband and four cats. Her most recent credits are: The American Writers Review, The Scribe Magazine, The Phoenix, Burningword Literary Journal, Muddy River Poetry Review, The Silver Blade, Silver Birch Press, Pomona Valley Review, Page & Spine, West Texas Literary Review, The Hungry Chimera, Sheila-Na-Gig, Foliate Oak Review, The McKinley Review, Fourth & Sycamore.