Ann Christine Tabaka (USA)

Ann Christine Tabaka (USA)
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, 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 Phoenix; Burningword Literary Journal; Muddy River Poetry Review; The Scribe, 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 Stray Branch, The McKinley Review, Fourth & Sycamore.
*(a complete list of publications is available upon request)
Ode to the Wind
Your gentle cool breath sweeps over me
as I lie upon the garden wall.
Trees sway to the sound
of your stirring symphony.
Faces lift to greet your touch,
and hear your murmured sigh.
Your sensuous caress upon my hair,
a thrill that fills all depths.
Element of ancient cultures,
with earth, water, and fire you dwell.
Harmony of grace and movement,
you arouse all with anticipation.
Your forces strong, and songs sweet.
A wild child, tamed by none.
* Published by Stanzaic Stylings, August 2019
Early Spring
A Cold gray day in March,
counting heartbeats until spring.
Dormant trees nod to a cold breeze,
that whispers in return.
Searching fervently for warmth.
Dreaming of rebirth.
Slivers of blue sky
among dense white clouds.
Evening comes too soon.
Sunset wraps around night
like a shawl around cold shoulders,
as April waits her turn.
* Published by Apricity Magazine, March 2020
Colors of the Day
Colors of the day,
seen through crystal eyes.
Visions of shade and light.
Night escapes hue,
hiding in her fantasy.
Grays speak loud and harsh,
drowning out dusk.
Dawn enters golden and ripe.
Secret passageways
of mind and eye,
wander along a river
of liquid brilliance.
Forests speak in green,
as blue begets the sky.
And rainbow crowns the
earth as master over all.
* Published by The Ugly Writers, September 2019

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