The poetry of Ann Christine Tabaka

Perpetual Lovers

Ocean surf, endlessly stroking the shore,
caressing her with soft foam.
Bestowing treasures from faraway seas,
gems of colorful shells
and driftwood art.
Ancient lovers,
locked in an eternal embrace.
Salty kisses
deep and sweet.
Carried into the depths of passion
with violent crashing waves.
Surging tides wash over her desires.
An amaranthine romance.
An enduring story of lust and love,
forever entrancing mankind.

 

 

Silver Lake, Ocracoke

Long fingers of night reach out for
evening, embracing her with soft
velvet arms. Quietude is her
name, she lives for this moment.

Diamonds dance across the surface
of the water. Rhythmic waves lap at
a gray pebbly beach, as the last rays
of sun are swallowed by the horizon.

Anchored boats with white sails,
now merely ghosts against a wine
colored sky. Far off, cries of marsh
bound shorebirds fade with the light.

A space between reality and dream,
filled with enchantment.  The cosmos
sings to romance.  A curtain call for the
moon.  As lovers walk off hand in hand.


Ann Christine Tabaka is a nominee for the 2017 Pushcart Prize in Poetry. She lives in Delaware, USA.  She is a published poet and artist. She loves gardening and cooking.  Chris lives with her husband and two cats. Her most recent credits are Page & Spine, The Paragon Journal, The Literary Hatchet, The Stray Branch, Trigger Fish Critical Review, Foliate Oak Review, Bindweed Magazine, The Metaworker, Raven Cage Ezine, RavensPerch, Anapest Journal, Mused, Apricity Magazine, Longshot Island, The Write Launch, The Stray Branch, Scryptic Magazine Ann Arbor Review.

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