Christine Tabaka Haiku

Ann Christine Tabaka

Ann Christine Tabaka, is better known by Chris. She was born in, and lives in Delaware. She has been writing poems and rhymes since her Junior High years. She always kept a journal of her writing, but only recently was encouraged by friends to publish. 

She was an Art Major in college, and retired a scientist. Now she is personal trainer, and more recently a published poet and writer.

Besides her memoir, two poetry books, and Haiku book, her poems are published in numerous national, and international Poetry Journals, Reviews, and Anthologies.







Sketch Artwork by Christine Tabaka




The dawn of time
Dragons and angels collide into
fiery earth



Winter bare trees
Give the illusion of
Black Spanish lace



Sleepless night
Moonless sky fills room
Eternal darkness

Abandoned seashore
Evening tide looks back to see
Footprints in the sand




Lost love
Tears melt into night
Loneliness



Brilliant orange sun
Sinks below horizon
Swallowed by ocean



June dandelions
Faeries dance on air
Filling wishes






Ships at sea
Guide their journey home
By night stars



Cool morning walk
the forest opens its arms
With solitude



Shredded dreams
My poems are now
Paper snow




Gypsy blood
Fire flows in her veins
Dancing forever



Trees in summer
Full of melodic sounds
Avian serenade


A rainy spring day
World reflected in a puddle
Ripples grow outward




a summer meadow

stain glass windows catch the sun
on dragonfly wings
silk
floats on a breeze
of summer dresses

 
wind in trees
leaves dance to
a grand ballet
 
august ocean
warm current caresses

like liquid silk



© Ann Christine Tabaka 2017 - Present All Rights Reserved














Comments

  1. AnonymousJuly 3, 2017 at 3:21 PM

    A very talented lady poet and artist! Her mastery of Haiku is a special talent. Her use of emotionally charged precise words is a delight to experience.

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    1. AnonymousJuly 25, 2017 at 11:41 AM

      Thank you so much. I am honored that you feel this way.
      Christine Tabaka

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  2. AnonymousJuly 3, 2017 at 3:40 PM

    I am so grateful for you beautiful comment. Thank you so much.

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  3. AnonymousJuly 3, 2017 at 4:14 PM

    It is crazy how many wonderful pieces she produces day after day... She is so very talented!

    Not anonymous... I am Su Parker

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  4. ChristineTabakaJuly 4, 2017 at 5:49 AM

    Thank you so much Susan! You are such a loyal supporter!

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  5. From the heart of Lynn LongJuly 25, 2017 at 5:10 PM

    I really love your work, so very lovely :)

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  6. UnknownSeptember 8, 2017 at 5:57 AM

    Thank you so much Lynn.

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  7. AnonymousSeptember 8, 2017 at 5:58 AM

    Thank you so much Lynn. I appreciate it.

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