ANN CHRISTINE TABAKA

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POETRY

Watching Wondered Thoughts Walk Off

Watching wondered thoughts walk off,
while time counts out steps.
Black day shuns reality,
pushing back the storm.
Candlelit staircase climbs to hell.
Do we know the way?
I have been there many times,
following the wanderer,
as he sinks below the depths.
Swallowed by a sea of carnage,
struggles do prevail.
Words once lived,
fed by thoughts,
as red once ruled the day.
Wasps swarm to block out inspiration,
engulfing every attempt.
We regroup to recapture sullen lives,
rewriting them anew.

Summer’s Fallen Memories

The peach trees were in bloom again.
Sweetness dripping like love’s first kiss.

Sunlit eyes smiled past the dawn,
as we walked on summer’s path.

Times past were strewn upon
a ground of overripe memories.

A longing well past its prime.
We knew better then,
but did not heed the raven’s warning.

White to pink to brown,
we discolor and shrivel to dust.

Winged hope flies overhead out of reach,
as peach blossom petals snow softly to earth.

The Answer to the Question

And if you look upon the shelf,
you will find the answer,
written within pages
of other people’s lives.

Among musty old volumes
of past wisdom.
Between carefully written
words of poets and sages.

Where stories meet imagination,
and blend with the truth.
So many lives condensed
within each printed work.

The answers of the universe
unfolds neatly at your touch.
Treasures abound
only a reach away.