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Remembering You

Remembering You

A ghostly flower blooming and withering,
(or blot) blinking with colors that strain to brightness,
to equal those of what were seen before;
fragments, with the music or plain utterances
attempting to be as loud (or as soft)
as what they really were...

But all in vain.

Blurred and ephemeral. Just for a haunting and fleeting...
Many times an unexpected visitor,
an intruder, inside...

What is complete and constant is that depressing spirit:

Void of form and details, yet lingering, encumbering,
dragging. Punctuated, highlighted,
by the thief that intermittently
gives, curses, and leaves

with a piece.

Prophecy









Prophecy




A clear starlit night

graced with crescent moon

a fiery omen streaks across the sky

as it rends the heavens in two

awestruck faces turn upward

replete with wonder and fear

something ancient reaches out

from beyond time

and touches unsteady emotions

searching within

a hungry premonition

questioning

the events that are about to take place.
 
 
Ann Christine Tabaka

 
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.
 

 

 
 
 
 

 

Comments

  1. This could morph into short fiction!

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    1. I am not a fiction write, but I can see taht! Thank you Don.

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