Saturday, December 1, 2018




Your visceral beauty
cannot be denied.
Countless torturous
paths have been trod,
yet you remain a pillar
of strength. Darkness
that surrounds all else,
does not encompass
you. One luminous star
in an vast ebon sky,
dispersing brilliance
on all you encounter.
A wisdom beyond words
emanates from within.
Teacher, lover, friend.
You wear your beauty
like a cape, enfolding
all in love. A shinning gift
bestowed on humankind.
Beauty is your name.


How do you know
which way to turn,

when you come
to the fork in the road?

Directions notwithstanding,
can you ever know
the right path?

Life is filled with obstacles
that none of us comprehend,

yet we continue on
until the end, never knowing
where we began.

We do what we can,
and along the way,

we may make a friend or two,
if we do not fear to ask directions.


It very well may be …
If you allow me …
The politeness of words continue.

A riddle, a game.
They are all the same.
We have not come so far.

Is the answer the question,
or the question a ruse?

We all abide our time.
There is no reason or rhyme.

In the beginning,
the end is near,
yet that is what we all fear

The page, dog-eared and marked,
turned so gingerly.

The journey on which we embark,
Is not for all to see.

And, words once so polite,
now crumpled on the floor,

while correctness and etiquette
go flying out the door.


ANN CHRISTINE TABAKA was nominated for the 2017 Pushcart Prize in Poetry, has been internationally published, and won poetry awards from numerous publications. She lives in Delaware, USA.  She loves gardening and cooking.  Chris lives with her husband and three cats. Her most recent credits are: Pomona Valley Review, Page & Spine, West Texas Literary Review, The Hungry Chimera, Sheila-Na-Gig, Synchronized Chaos, Pangolin Review, Trigger Fish Critical Review, Foliate Oak Review, Better Than Starbucks!, Mused, The Write Launch, The Stray Branch, The McKinley Review, Fourth & Sycamore.

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